SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 21: Confessions and Sex (Part 5)
Confessions and Sex (Part 5).
"Ouu, fuck! Syril... I.. ughhhh! I have something to tell you," she groaned into his ears, coursing her oral heat, quickening his pulse.
’What does she wanna say? I can barely pay attention to her like this,’ Syril thought, thumping faster as if she might just tell him to stop.
The obscene squelching sound of thrusting her wetness and their own passionate noise filled the room, bouncing off the walls with every slap.
*Pah!* *Pah!* *Pah!* *Shlurp!* *Shlurp!*
"Syril... ughhh... I have to say... awwwn! You’re... hmmm, doing good. Right there... Nggghhhhhhh!"
’That’s what she has to say?!’ He thought, abruptly stopping his breast-sucking.
"No, that’s not it..." she said as if reading his thoughts. "Don’t stop, now. I... I can feel it coming again."
She threw her arms behind his head, encouraging him to further suck on her breasts. Her legs hooked firmer, pushing him to depths that made her body burn with pain and delirium. She shifted her waist to meet his thrusts, riding with him as she felt her juice building.
"I... ah, fuck! Hmmmm. I have always liked you. For a... ouuuu! Ugghaahhh! For a long time, now. I thought I was foolish... foolish to be crushing on a young man like you. Then I realized..."
The words didn’t surprise Syril, instead it triggered a weird pulse of excitement. He thrusted and retracted his hips faster, feeling his own climax building.
"Realized what?!" He groaned into her cleavage.
"Realized that..." her chest heaved in frantic patterns, rising and falling like something was about to escape her. "Realized that you were... different. Ngggh! That you stood out amongst those fools chasing me."
"I realized that I love you... ahhhhhhhhhh!" her last confession was released with something else, something primal, streams of ecstasy, an essence of dignity.
She came hard and fell apart, sprawling helplessly as streams of juice washed through her pussy. Her chest was still heaving, breathing difficultly as blackness slowly engulfed her consciousness.
She couldn’t fall now. It would be unfair.
"You’re almost there, dear?" She asked, feeling oblivion gradually claim her.
"Hmmm!" Syril groaned, pumping faster like his life depended on it.
"Almost... almost... ouuu, fuck!"
His semen gushed out with so much force that he collapsed on her. Buried deep in her, his cum poured in thick ropes that neither could see, only feeling powerful jets that testified to their love expression.
Neither refused to move, completely locked-in on the warmth each radiated, inhaling the intoxicating, sweet scent of their action endlessly curling in the air, registering the rhythm of each other’s heartbeats.
It was a beautiful sight to behold.
Amanda once again looked into Syril’s eyes, smiling satisfactorily and pushing away loose strands of hair.
"Thanks, sweetie," she managed to say before her eyes dimmed and consciousness gave away.
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Amanda’s eyes fluttered open first, blinking fast as she registered a weight over her.
Somewhere in her head, she had thought everything that transpired was a dream, a foolish fantasy or trickery her brain created.
She happily smiled when she saw Syril still over her, his cock buried deep in her, his chest flattened against hers, his sturdy arms wrapped around her like she was his most precious thing in the world. And she deduced all of this when he was fast asleep on her, or so she thought.
She kissed his forehead twice, tracing lines on his relaxed face. Then suddenly, a thought flashed in her head and she began smirking to herself.
She immediately began grinding her hips, twirling her hips against Syril’s, feeling his buried cock stimulating her again.
"You wanna start another round?" Syril mumbled into her skin, his tone heavy with sleep and something else, something mundane.
"No. I was trying to wake you," she said, smiling like she just found a treasure loot.
"Hm."
"How are you, now? You want me to pull out?" Syril asked, delivering kisses on her collarbone mid-speech.
She grinned, wrapping him firmly. "I’m fine. And don’t pull out, now. I still wanna talk to you."
Syril tried to hide his amusement. The motherly figure he always pictured with poise and wealth was the same one craving his dick like a slut.
"I’m all ears," he simply said.
"First of all, when did you become so bold?" She amusingly asked.
"Me? I guess I realized the need to level things up and stand gallantly if I want to amount to something and hold onto my precious ones," he replied, now playfully fondling and caressing her boobs.
"Okay," she smiled before her tone became serious, demanding he look into her eyes. "I know this might sound foolish as I’ve said before, but I know it’s true. I can’t deny it..."
"Syril, I’ve always loved you. Maybe it started with the brotherly or motherly kind, but I came to realize it went deeper than that. Some mornings, I had to pretend I was looking into my worker and little brother’s eyes, when deep down, I felt the urge to cuddle and kiss you," she paused, contemplating on further revelation or just ending it there.
She stared into his eyes, read his facial expression, studied his physique with insane intensity, and saw that she could trust him, tell him how she felt.
"You are different from men that try to court me, even with your young age. When I see only predatory gaze in their eyes, I only see calmness in yours, a weird sense of trust, the desire to make you mine. It was driving me so crazy that I would sometimes picture you fucking me and get wet in the process. I couldn’t make any move without considering your age, without thinking of your future. I had to mitigate those feelings. But now, now I know that I can trust you. That I can trust myself to handle you. Now that you’re of age and have grown."
Syril listened without judgement, paid absolute attention to the woman who never ceased to support him, the woman who had silently watched him grow whilst suffering from her own feelings, the woman who trusted him to share information she had never told anyone.
"Now, I have one question for you," she declared, holding his face steady with trembling hands as if the question she was about to ask meant the whole world to her.
"Did you really mean what you said to me downstairs? Do you feel the same way I do?"
Syril smiled briefly and imitated her, holding her face steady with both hands.
"Amanda, if I say I don’t feel the same way about you, that’s a lie straight from the pit of hell. From onstart, I also saw you as a motherly figure, a savior. I watched you nurture me and becare without maltreatment or abuse..."
"You weren’t like others who found the reason to use me because I was weak, because I had no ability. Later on, I discovered a warmth that surpassed mere brother-sister love. It was a feeling I thought didn’t exist because I have to ground myself, because I have to strive to fit in the society. Now, I know that regardless of my future plans, nothing can quench that feeling, that warmth, that love."
"I love you, Amanda." Syril ended his own speech with a stronger declaration, sealing it with a steamy kiss.
They stayed that way for a long time, kissing without utterances.
Afterwards, the two spent the rest of their time reminiscing, sharing secrets and cracking jokes about customers who had visited the restaurant. All in that rigid position, sharing their warmth, cuddling like newly wedded couples.
After long hours of discussion, they finally moved to take a shower and devour the sweet meal awaiting them downstairs.
Amanda again, requested to help with an ability book and Syril outright refused, saying he had something planned without revealing the real gist.
They spent more hours discussing future plans, most especially Syril’s new journey to a new community, to his college.
After many back and forths, Amanda gave Syril a gift she promised to be helpful in college and Syril left afterwards.
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Once on the busy street of Almadale, Syril’s thoughts danced around the edges of what he just experienced at Amanda’s place, reflecting on his words and actions.
His mind soon traveled to the mission, the quest at hand, and he briefly summoned the system’s interface.
[MISSIONS.]
[Mission: You don’t wanna be an ingrate before you leave, right? Reward your benefactors.]
[Instructions: Fuck your benefactors till their satisfaction.]
[Benefactor 1: Amanda Goldberg.] 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
[Benefactor 2: Sherry Whitmore.]
[Rewards: Skill Upgrade, Quest Points, Mana Points, New Special Skill, Stat Points.]
[Progress: Benefactor 1, Amanda Goldberg, successfully rewarded.]
[Progress: 1/2 accomplished.]
He wasn’t done. His task wasn’t over.
’One down, one more to go.’
However, he couldn’t help but think about his next target.
Sherry was an entirely different person.
Would she accept him like Amanda did or outright refuse him?
Are there still secrets buried in him he hadn’t acknowledged?
Does Sherry feel the same way Amanda does?
