MTLNOVEL Chapter 1: Setting Sail
(Sexual content: Masturbation)
Ava wakes up in a room with an Oceanic blue and white theme. She sits up on the side of her bed and looks up through a boat's window seeing a Pelipper leading a small group of Wingulls, and as she turns to look at the door her coral pink hair falls from atop her head right into her face This is why I wanted to put my hair into a bun. Of course Ariana always used to tell me to braid it, Aevia always said my hair was fine as is- Ava's head snapped towards a hole in the wall as if something demanded her to pay attention. Maybe I should check on that peephole, see if it's been patched on the other side. She tells herself, crawling over to the hole in question.
A pink haired woman peers her head through the door before walking through it, with the curled tips of her hair bouncing with each step up until she's a couple paces away from a long black haired figure, "Crescent, Ava talked to me last night and it seems she forgot everything; well everything except for my time with her, which is nice." The pink haired woman finished her sentence with a smile
Mom? Who are you talking to? Why was my name brought up? Soo many Queshtionzz!! Ava could barely hear through the small hole, and the two observants being in the center of the room didn't help.
Crescent (The black haired woman) lets out a breath "That's good.. Maybe they'll be calm enough to-" The Gothitelle by her side lets out a chime. "You're right, it might be too soon." Crescent comments in a whisper, despite her voice being monotone there's a noticeable hint of disappointment. "Anyway, I called you here to make sure you understand your role."
Ava's mom looks at Crescent as if words were caught in her throat, but she pauses, inhales and exhales "I.. do but I'm going to be transparent with you— I'm not sure I can, mentally. I know what you said about me before, but I do believe I can genuinely feel fear,"
Crescent lets out a soft huff "Stop talking nonsense about your faux emotions; all I want to hear is you telling me "I am ready Crescent.". This just makes it more obvious that the problem with you is all my fault, I didn't make it clear that you're only here for One reason. If you find yourself incapable of doing this role, Gothitelle will become very angry with you."
The Gothitelle lets out a fairly harsh cry as it looks intently at Ava's mother.
What the fuck mom, why are you standing there like she just shot your confidence and told you to bury it? You never take any shit from anyone. Especially when they look like they need that " well done" from their parents, fuckin emo. Ava takes as good of a look as she could at Crescent and starts biting her lower lip a bit. She does have some juicy legs though, those leggings are just suffocating them. She looks so cold and demanding but I bet I can make her submissive in seconds.
Ava hums as her nether regions begin to stir. How long has it been since I last came? Ever since we got on this boat, I've felt like I've been watched, but now it's just me, my thoughts, and my... dick. A strong pulse from her now hard cock interrupts her thoughts. I feel you, little guy. Ava shifts to a side of the hole, her back now against the wall as she continues to look through the hole, unable to hear the ongoing conversation.
Ava reaches down to her pulsating member with bated breath as it slowly dribbles precum. Her tits look so perky; they'd feel great in my hands.They'd be so soft, but sooo firm. Ava bites her lip while staring at the black-haired vixen as if she were a hare in the crosshair of a wolf. One hand is pumping her eight-inch cock, covered in a steady supply of precum, as her other hand massages one of her breasts. With each squeeze, her fingers become overrun by her soft spillage. "F-fuck." Ava's moans are barely contained by her bitten lip; she is no longer paying attention to the hole, just thoughts of the black-haired vixen being beneath her, servicing her cock, licking from her husky balls up to the mushroom-like tip of her cock before she starts to take the tip in her mouth and use her small tongue to play with it.
"F-fuck~!" Ava's dick spurts rope after rope of milky white cum before the vixen can finish taking her legnth, her first rope reaching the other wall with the next two only stopping a few inches away. "Shit, I need to clean this up before the banquet, and shower. If I show up smelling like this, that banquet will be a swinger's party."
As she tries to catch her breath, her thoughts drift back to the fantasy, her heart racing with excitement. Her cock, still semi-hard, twitches as she imagines the vixen's tongue tracing along her length, teasing the sensitive underside before taking her fully into her mouth. The image of those perky breasts bouncing with each thrust fuels her desire further.
Ava's hand moves slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation as her fingers glide over her slick shaft. She closes her eyes, letting the fantasy play out in her mind. The vixen's moans vibrate against her cock, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Ava's hand tightens around her member, pumping faster, imagining the warmth and wetness of the vixen's mouth engulfing her completely.
Her free hand moves to her other breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple, adding to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh god… yes…" Ava's voice is a husky whisper, her hips bucking into her hand. She pictures the vixen's lips stretching to accommodate her girth, the look of desire in her eyes as she takes Ava deeper.
The fantasy intensifies, and Ava can almost feel the vixen's fingers digging into her thighs, her head bobbing rhythmically as she works Ava's cock with fervor. The imagined sensation of the vixen's throat tightening around her tip sends Ava over the edge again. Her body tenses, and another wave of cum spills from her cock, painting her hand and the floor in front of her.
Ava leans back against the wall, panting heavily, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looks down at the mess she's made and chuckles softly. "Definitely need a shower now…" she mutters to herself, feeling the pleasant afterglow of her release.
She stands up, stretching her limbs, and makes her way to the bathroom. As the warm water cascades over her body, she lets out a contented sigh, the fantasy still vivid in her mind. Ava knows she'll be thinking about the black-haired vixen for a long time, and she can't wait for the next opportunity to indulge in her desires.
After a short while Ava steps out wearing loose fitting blue jeans and a high cut crop top, showing off her stern abs. How did I not notice my lip was bleeding? Was I that caught up that I couldn't feel even a sting? "Guess I should get registered before the banquet, Ma always say you should try to make the most out of the day." Ava makes her way to the lobby not noticing her mother hiding just out of view behind a cart of suitcases wearing a shocked expression.
"That would've been a confrontation I wouldn't have been ready for." Ava's mother huffs with wide eyes "At least she cleaned up after herself."