Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem-Chapter 37: Handjob (1) 18+

"Yo-Young Master, what are you doing!" Isabel gasped, her voice cracking with bright-red shame. Her porcelain cheeks burned hotter than the incense smoke curling around them. She was mortified.

Yet her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, her lower core clenched hard, and a slick, shameful heat bloomed between her thighs, soaking into the thin fabric of her panties.

It was not like her at all. Watching Azael’s massive, throbbing cock standing so proudly between them made her arousal spike even higher, her breath coming in short, needy pants.

She was a married woman. Yet at this moment, that thought hardly came to her mind. Deep down she know it was wrong. But for some reason, she just couldn’t stop herself from having such desires. Something that she never felt before.

"I was just trying to see... s-sorry," Azael said, scratching his cheek with that same innocent smile, violet eyes wide and pleading. Inside, the beast purred. ’Alright... let’s push her slowly.’

"Yo-Young Master... since we have... we have checked this... I will be going now," Isabel stammered, her black eyes still helplessly glued to the thick, veined length of his dragon. ’I need to get out of here... if I stay any longer, I don’t know what I might do,’ she thought desperately, thighs pressing together beneath her long skirt.

She tried to rise from the bed, but Azael’s hand gently caught her wrist, stopping her.

"But what should I do?" he asked, looking up at her with nervous, watery violet eyes.

Hearing his voice made her freeze. She turned back to him, forcing her gaze to stay on his face instead of dropping lower. "What is it, Young Master?"

"This thing... it’s so hard and throbbing... how should I calm it down? I’m feeling a lot of excitement..."

"Young Master, just take slow breaths and calm down... it will soften on its own," she whispered, voice trembling.

"I don’t think so... it’s aching... ever since you touched it," he murmured nervously, biting his lower lip. "Can... can you please help me calm it down? Please?"

Her heartbeat skyrocketed. Her fingers clenched into tight fists in her lap.

One part of her screamed to flee. Another, darker part wanted to stay right here. Wanted to touch that massive staff again, watch his handsome face twist with pleasure, hear him moan under her hand.

’Was I always like this?’ She couldn’t tell anymore.

All of it was the incense doing. The thick, sweet smoke kept pouring into her lungs, turning her blood to liquid fire.

"Please~... please~ Isabel..." Azael begged, eyes glistening with unshed tears, lips quivering. "I won’t ask for this again... just one time, help me out... it’s too hot and hard... I can’t calm down... it’s so uncomfortable..." Azael continued his innocent boy act in front of the gorgeous mature woman.

Watching him plead like that shattered the last of her resolve. She stayed beside him on the bed and gave a tiny, defeated nod.

"Okay, Young Master... I will help you with this."

She slid closer until their thighs pressed tightly together. This time she reached up with precise, professional movements. She took of her white gloves. Then kept it one small table near the bed.

Bare, elegant fingers trembled slightly as she leaned fully against him. Her enormous, heavy breasts squashed firmly against his right arm and shoulder again, the soft, warm flesh spilling and molding around his bicep like heated silk.

His cock twitched hard at the contact, a fresh bead of precum rolling down the thick shaft. Her soft mounds once agaisnt pressed agaisng him.

Isabel’s black eyes dropped to his massive erection. She licked her lips unconsciously, then reached down. Her right hand hovered for a heartbeat before her fingertips brushed the base of his cock.

Just above his heavy, full balls that looked swollen and aching for release. The moment she touched him skin-to-skin, Azael let out a low, shaky moan that vibrated through his chest.

Her soft hands sends incredible pleasure through his lower body. His right hand moved and wrapped around her waist. He slowly moved it and rested his palm on her upper side of ass.

Her left breasts now crushed against his side chest.

"Nngh... Isabel..." He said in tone full of pleasure.

She wrapped her fingers lightly around the thick base, feeling the incredible heat and the way the heavy shaft pulsed against her palm.

It was so much bigger than she had imagined. Hot, velvety skin stretched tight over steel-hard flesh, veins throbbing visibly. Slowly, almost reverently, she began to stroke upward, her grip gentle but firm, sliding all the way to the swollen, leaking head before gliding back down.

Azael’s hips jerked from her , another soft moan spilling from his lips. "Ahh... that feels... so good..."

Isabel’s breathing grew heavier, her own nipples aching against the tight apron as she watched her small hand struggle to wrap fully around his impressive girth. "Young Master... it’s so big," she whispered huskily, voice thick with arousal she couldn’t hide. "I can barely hold it... look how it throbs in my hand..." She said some unbelievable words. Something she could never spoke.

She pumped his staff again. Slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. Twisting her wrist slightly at the head so her thumb brushed over the sensitive slit, spreading the steady leak of precum that coated her fingers. Then used it as lubricant to stroke him.

Azael’s head fell back slightly, violet eyes half-lidded in bliss. "Haa... Isabel... your hand is so soft... please... don’t stop..."

Azael was in total bliss. Her hands were moving so amazing. Trying to give him as much as pleasure possible.

Her cheeks burned deeper scarlet, but she didn’t stop. Instead she leaned in closer, breasts pressing even harder against his side chest as her strokes grew a fraction firmer, faster.

The wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick of her hand sliding along his slick cock filled the room, mixing with their shared heavy breathing.

"You’re leaking so much..." she murmured, almost to herself, eyes fixed on the way more precum oozed out with every upward stroke, dripping down over her fingers and making the entire length glisten. "Does it feel good when I touch you here?" Her thumb circled the underside of the head, pressing lightly against the sensitive part teasingly.