Klein remained entwined with Walpurga for a moment. Their pressed bellies were still damp with sweat, a thin shiny film on their skin. The hairs of their sexes mingled formed small wet curls. Walpurga had swollen and red lips, her hair stuck to her temples. Klein could still taste the salty flavor of her skin on his tongue. He withdrew his arm from under her back, a little numb.

"I have other things to do today," he said as he sat up. He ran a hand through his sticky hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "We’ll see each other later."

"Okay." Walpurga nodded, a smile at the corners of her still wet lips.

Klein was putting on his pants, he pulled up the zipper that buzzed. He adjusted his belt. He gave her one last look: her bare breasts still marked by his fingers, red traces on the sides. Then he turned on his heels and left. The door slammed behind him.

*****

He traveled to the blood meadow. The ground cracked under his soles, red and dry grasses like wire. He spotted Dyana sitting on the edge of a high stone window. Her black dress had slipped off her left shoulder, revealing the protruding collarbone and the top of her breast. Her skin was very pale, almost milky, with a small brown spot under her ear.

As soon as she saw him, she turned her head and smiled.

"There you are, darling," she said in a husky voice, as if she had just woken up.

She stood up. Her bare feet touched the ground, her toes with short nails. She approached without making a sound then wrapped her arms around his neck. The tips of her fingers were cool. She kissed him. Their lips pressed together. Klein felt the little flick of Dyana’s tongue at the corner of his mouth. She opened her mouth wider, he slid his tongue against hers. The kiss lasted. She gently nibbled his lower lip, then pulled back a centimeter to catch her breath, then came back. They kissed like that for several minutes. Saliva flowed a little at the corners of their lips. Dyana wiped it with the tip of her thumb.

Klein moved down along her neck. He kissed the warm skin under her ear, then lower, where the carotid pulsed. He felt his own beard scrape against her fine skin. Dyana tilted her head to the side, offering her neck. She closed her eyes.

"Ahhn..." she made softly. A high-pitched sound, almost surprised.

He continued lower. He grabbed the edge of her dress and pulled it down. The fabric cracked slightly. Her left shoulder appeared, then her breast. It was round, the nipple pale pink, no bigger than a small pea, already hardened. Klein placed his hand on it. He felt it heavy and warm in his palm. He massaged gently, rolling the nipple under his thumb. Dyana arched her back.

"Nnn..." she moaned, her mouth half-open.

He lowered his head and took the nipple in his mouth. His tongue turned it slowly, in circles. He sucked with small pressures. The nipple lengthened under his tongue, became firmer. Dyana placed a hand on his nape, digging her short nails into his hair.

"Yes... like that," she murmured.

He moved to the other breast. This one was slightly smaller. He took it entirely in his mouth, sucking harder. He heard Dyana suck in air between her teeth.

"Heehn... ahh..."

Her hands moved down along his torso. She felt the muscles of his abs under her fingers, then lower, she palmed his sex through the pants. It was already hard. She pressed her palm against the bulge.

They continued like this for a long moment, standing against the stone wall. Dyana now had both breasts out of her dress, her nipples red and shiny with saliva. Her breathing was fast, her mouth open.

She pushed him gently. He stepped back. She slid her dress all the way down. The fabric fell at her feet. She was naked. Her belly was flat, the navel small and round. Just below, a small tuft of brown hairs, thick, already wet. She spread her legs a little. He saw her large pink lips, parted, glistening.

"I want you," she said while looking him straight in the eyes.

He lifted her. His hands under her buttocks, she felt them firm and muscular. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her near the window, laid her on a pile of worn cushions. The fabric smelled of dust.

They undressed in haste. Klein removed his pants. His sex stood up again, the dark red glans, a thin vein on the side. Dyana reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Her fingers did not close completely. She caressed slowly, from the glans to the base, then back up. Klein grimaced with pleasure.

"Ghh..."

He spread her thighs. He positioned himself between her legs. He lowered his head. He looked at her sex, then brought his mouth closer. He licked a long stroke from the bottom of her opening up to the top, near the little button. His tongue tasted the acidic, slightly salty flavor. Dyana shuddered.

"Ah! ...Klein..."

He put his mouth entirely on her sex. His tongue went between her lips, licked inside. He sucked gently. He heard her moans become higher-pitched.

"Nnnn... hnn... aaahn..."

She spread her legs wider, almost into a split. Her bare heels scraped the cushions. He slid one finger inside. It was hot, tight, soaked. He added a second finger. He pushed them in slowly, withdrew them, pushed them in again. Dyana let out a strangled cry.

"Don’t stop..." she breathed. "There... continue..."

He licked faster. He pushed his fingers deeper, turned them. He felt the walls tighten around his fingers. Dyana grabbed her own hair with both hands, pulled on it. Her belly contracted in spasms.

"Ahh... ahh... ahhh...!"

She tensed suddenly. Her back lifted off the cushions. Her mouth stayed open without sound. Then she exhaled long, "Haaaaaa..." Her body fell back, limp, trembling. She was panting, her chest rising and falling quickly.

After a moment, she turned her head toward him. Her eyes were half-closed. She sat up with difficulty, still trembling. She pushed him onto his back. He lay down. She grabbed his sex. It was hard, the glans already shiny with his own fluid. She caressed it for a few seconds, then leaned over. She opened her mouth wide and took it in. She pushed it in until she felt the glans touch the back of her throat. She pulled back, saliva flowing at the corners of her lips. She started again. Slowly at first. Then faster. Her head moved up and down, her neck stretched. She sucked hard on the way up, creating a vacuum.

Klein moaned, one hand in her hair. He wrapped it around his fingers, pulled a little. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Ghh... Dyana..." he breathed.

She continued, faster. The sucking sound was wet and loud.