Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-189

"Orion... What are you... doing?" Ayla's voice quivered with a mix of surprise and uncertainty, her eyes widening as she observed my downward descent. Ignoring her nervousness, I met her gaze from beneath the towering peaks of her clothed, magnificent breasts.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, my voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Due to our limited time, I will make this quick." With a deliberate motion, my fingers plunged into the folds of her wet, swollen entrance, parting the velvety petals to reveal the tender flesh that awaited the arrival of my eager tongue.

In an unexpected turn, Ayla forcefully pressed her hand against my head, thwarting my progress and pushing me backwards. Undeterred, I swiftly adjusted my approach, guiding one of my fingers to glide upward in search of her sensitive clitoris. Though my exploration yielded no immediate result, the mere touch was enough to send a shiver coursing through Ayla's body, causing her feeble resistance to fade.

In a moment of undeniable truth, I extended my tongue and sensually traced the outlines of her parted vagina lips, allowing my saliva to intermingle with her already leaking juices. As my tongue made contact, a startled "Ohh~" escaped Ayla's lips, her body quivering in shock.

Eagerly lapping up the tantalizing nectar that adorned the exterior of her aroused vulva, I ensured my readiness to transform my tongue into a skilled spear, poised to delve deep into the depths of her soaked pussy.

"Orion," Ayla called my name once more, her voice filled with an unexpected mixture of urgency and longing. As if possessed by a sudden surge of desire, she extended her hand and firmly grasped my head, pulling me closer to her dripping, quivering pussy. "Orion..." she unleashed a euphoric scream of delight, uttering my name with ardour. The realization that she had replaced her moans with my name ignited an inferno within me, fueling my resolve to plunge my tongue even deeper into the velvety confines of her narrow walls.

The taste of Ayla's sweet vagina juices, flowing freely like an unleashed torrent, intensified the desire within me to devour her with unbridled passion. With each passionate stroke of my tongue, I relished in the sensation of her fleshy depths, savouring every delicious drop that escaped from her like a loosened faucet.

As our pleasure escalated, I found myself less concerned about the prying eyes of the neighbours or inhabitants of the surrounding compounds. A wave of recklessness washed over me, pushing aside any inhibitions, as Ayla's ecstatic cries grew louder and more uninhibited. "Oh, Naka... Ahhh" she screamed, a sense of déjà vu flooding my senses, evoking distant memories from my time on Earth, though their understanding eluded me.

Until finally, I found it. Hidden beneath where I had previously searched before, I let my tongue slide up and down on her wet lips before I attacked her clitoris, flicking it with energized vigour as she twitched and spasmed under my touch, letting me know that this was really it.

With unyielding certainty, I honed in on her most sensitive spot, boosting my ministrations until Ayla's impending release became discernible. As her vagina juices flowed with increasing vitality, I contemplated withdrawing my head to avoid being caught in the torrent of her intense squirting. Yet, a primal instinct compelled me to stay, to fully embrace the downpour that awaited us both.

Abandoning all caution, I swiftly hoisted Ayla's left leg over my shoulders, securing it in place as I repeated the action with her other leg. Gripping her succulent thighs firmly, I braced myself for the imminent eruption, ready to bask in the splendour of her cum.

With a force that matched the intensity of her previous releases, Ayla's cum burst forth like a torrential downpour, drenching my face and pouring onto the ground behind me. The sensation of her potent pussy juices against my skin sent a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins. As abruptly as it began, the downpour ceased, leaving a momentary stillness in its wake.

Grasping my head firmly with her hands, Ayla leaned back against the wooden fence, her legs still draped over my shoulders. As I wiped the remnants of her cum from my face, I could hear the weariness in her voice as she uttered, "You... truly are full of surprises, aren't you?" Her words trailed off, before giving way to a contented sigh that escaped her lips.

Relieving my shoulders from the weight of her legs, I swept my soaked hair back, freeing my vision from the tantalizing torrent of her vagina juices that had momentarily threatened to blind me. Luckily, I emerged unharmed, allowing me to fully revel in the breathtaking power of her squirting release.

"Let me help you," Ayla offered. I directed my gaze towards her, as she closed her eyes, immersing herself in deep concentration. My gaze fixated on her as her hands began to radiate an intense and enchanting shade of blue, emitting an ethereal glow that danced through the air.

In a moment of astonishment, Ayla gracefully moved her hands through the air, as if weaving an invisible tapestry, and to my amazement, a translucent sphere of colourless water materialized above her right palm. Ayla's tired yet resolute expression conveyed her commitment to aiding me.

"Bend down, let me help you," Ayla instructed, her voice carrying a subtle weariness. Without hesitation, I obediently lowered my head towards her, allowing her to guide the water over my face. As the cool droplets flowed over my skin, I held my breath momentarily, until the water finally descended to the ground, leaving my face refreshed and free from any lingering residue.

After Ayla had finished assisting me, we took the necessary time to ensure we were thoroughly cleaned before emerged from the secluded area behind the compound, ready to resume our journey, fully aware that time was of the essence.

In a matter of minutes, we arrived at my compound and stepped into the hut, in search of the presence of Grandma Vivian and the rest. However, to our surprise, only Grandma Vivian and Derry were present. Their initial astonishment at the sight of Ayla accompanying me gradually gave way to comprehension as I recounted the events that had transpired. They nodded in understanding, yet their curiosity lingered, questioning my purpose for seeking Grandma Vivian's presence when the healer had informed us that she was not carrying a child.