The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1073 - 165 - The Dwarven Queen Falls (8)
Her petite legs looked even more enticing wrapped in that smooth, dark material, to the point where my breath caught in my throat for a moment. There was something about the way the fabric clung to her skin, hugging every delicate curve, that made her look almost unreal—like a work of art that wasn’t fully aware of its own beauty. The tights accentuated her shape, her softness, her outline—every small dip and rise that I had memorized with my hands, and yet somehow looked brand new again. That dark sheen didn’t just suit her; it elevated her whole presence. It made her look like she was crafted specifically to be seen like this, like the universe had intended her to wear something exactly like that.
"You look absolutely good," I said, the words slipping out before I even had the chance to second-guess myself.
"Fufufu... You’re drooling for me, I see. And I’m not talking about your mouth," she smirked, her eyes sliding downward with the slow confidence of someone who already knew what she would find. Sure enough, my cock was already leaking pre-cum again without me even noticing. Her smirk sharpened, playful and knowing. "Now then, what am I going to do with you?"
Well, considering why I had asked her to wear that outfit in the first place, it wasn’t exactly a mystery.
"Massage my cock with your feet," I said plainly.
"Well, that’s something I didn’t expect you to say so casually," she replied, raising a teasing eyebrow. "You’d really prefer my feet over the pleasurable inside of me? But... I’ve heard men like these sorts of things. And knowing you, you probably do—since you enjoyed my armpit before. Well then..."
She pushed herself onto the bed, using her palms behind her to steady her weight. The motion made her body shift just enough to make the tights catch the light, highlighting the smoothness of her legs. She slowly extended them toward me, her movement both deliberate and lazy, like she was savoring the reaction she could see flickering across my face.
Her feet—silky smooth and wrapped in that thin, almost shimmering black nylon—pressed against my shaft with gentle pressure. The moment they touched me, a shock of sensation shot up through my entire body, warm and strangely soft but with just enough friction that it made my breath stutter. The glide of the material felt unreal, almost too perfect, as if someone had crafted the exact texture that would make me lose control.
She began stroking my cock with her feet, sliding them up and down my shaft at an unhurried pace, each movement precise and teasing. The sensation was so unexpectedly intense that it genuinely felt like the orgasm was already creeping at the edge of my nerves even though she had barely begun. The thin nylon made every touch feel sharper and softer at the same time, a contrast that made my mind fog over.
She pressed my cock between her soles, trapping it gently, and the feeling of her tights rubbing from both sides made my hips twitch involuntarily. The silky friction wrapped around me completely, swallowing every bit of sensation in an overwhelming wave that crawled up my spine.
"Fuuu... I just felt it twitch. You really like this, aren’t you?" she said, her smirk widening. "Even if it’s just my feet, it seems like you really like it. You really are a pervert, aren’t you?"
Her voice had that teasing lilt that somehow made her words hit twice as hard, like she knew exactly how embarrassing and thrilling they were to hear. She pressed both soles firmly against my cock, stroking me up and down again—but slower this time, more controlled, as if testing how much pressure I could handle before I started shaking.
A groan escaped before I could swallow it. It wasn’t just the physical sensation—it was her expression. She watched me intently, eyes half-lidded with amusement and a strange kind of affectionate mischief. It felt like she was guiding me inch by inch into her rhythm, marking her territory with each deliberate movement of her feet.
The silky friction crawled up my nerves, slipping deeper into my body like it was trying to settle into my bones. The contrast of warmth and softness made everything feel sharper, more electric, as if her touch was echoing inside me with every passing second.
"Fufufu, are my feet really that good, Leon? Well, I do remember you enjoying my armpit. So I guess you’re even more of a pervert than I thought," she teased, her tone playful but her eyes sparkling with that same heat.
"You say that, but considering the dark stain growing on your crotch..." I said, a small grin forming despite the haze of pleasure. "Are you sure I’m the only pervert here?" I added, then lifted my own foot and pressed my big toe gently against the entrance of her vagina.
"Mmm..."
The sound she made was soft and unexpectedly vulnerable, like the air had been pushed out of her chest. Warmth spilled out instantly, soaking my toe through the thin fabric of her tights, and her hips shifted slightly as if her body was reacting to me on its own.
"Fufufu, you’re certainly mischievous, Leon. But well... I guess that makes the two of us," she said, her voice slightly breathier than before. Then she tilted her head and asked, "Hey, can I try something different?"
"It’s fine," I replied with a small smile. "It’s both of us in this act. It’s only natural we’d want things we want to do."
"Fufufu, well, I want to try giving you something very pleasurable with my mouth," she said.
So she wanted to give me a blowjob. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised—but hearing her say it still sent a tight jolt through my stomach. Feeling her mouth directly, raw and warm, was something I definitely wasn’t going to complain about.
"All right then," I said.
She lowered herself toward my crotch, moving slowly, almost curiously. Her face came closer until my cock was right in front of her eyes, and she stared at it with a kind of fascinated focus, like she was seeing a rare creature up close for the first time.
"I’ve never seen it this close before... but looking at it now, it’s kind of scary, isn’t it?" she murmured. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of my cock. "It has a strange taste. Like I’ve been put through some sort of procedure I can’t explain. I wonder why?" she wondered aloud. "But for some reason, I can’t say I dislike it. In fact... I think this might be the best taste I’ve ever had. It’s weird, and the texture is weird, but I can taste our flavors mixing. It tastes really good."
She licked again, slower this time, and each movement made my cock twitch slightly. It wasn’t sloppy yet, but the softness and warmth of her tongue alone was enough to make my whole body tighten in anticipation. It was the kind of pleasure that felt like it crawled up the spine in slow spiraling waves, the kind that made my breath shorten without me realizing it.
She kept her eyes on me the whole time, watching every twitch, every tiny shift in my expression, and there was something in her gaze—something warm, almost fond—that made everything feel even more intense, like the pleasure carried a shock of emotion behind it.
Man, I really love this woman.
