Chapter 29 – Merry Intruding*

The green bubbles hypnotized me, making me lose the sense of time as I continued sucking them into my meridians. A small stream formed, soon turning into a river circulating in the spiritual veins. My conscious effort to absorb the Qi dropped as I entered a trance during which I kept my cultivation session going without thinking of anything.

"I thought I felt an abundance of Qi here, you were making a mess!" The most melodious voice I know came to disturb me. A disturbance I always welcomed.

My eyes snapped open, and the storm around me scattered at once. "You ruined my meditation," I complained. Merry was after a shower, wearing comfy pink shorts of thin fabric that covered less skin than my boxers.

To complete her indoor outfit, a white cropped tank top revealed her shapely stomach, and its cleavage allowed air to refresh the area between her two breasts. The curly hair was now wet, and the extra heaviness from the droplets lessened the curls into thick waves.

"Sorry, you are right, you were just in it for so long," She apologized.

"Wait, I closed my door! I'm naked, why are you here? Turn around!"

I had no idea when impurities would be expelled again, so I kept undressing myself before the cultivation sessions. I made a mental note to ask Nyssa about it.

"I already saw it, so why does it matter? I told you, that huge influx of Qi was here for a long time and I was so curious," she pouted, but turned around, "Besides, I'm sure I saw some movement down there when you saw me," she giggled, being provocative on purpose.

I could only sigh, there were some movements, and having her butt on my face level didn't stop them. The fabric was so thin I could see the outlines of her panties beneath it. Hmm, now that I think of it, why didn't I see the outlines of her bra underneath the top?

"Wait, too long? What's the time?" I picked up my phone from the floor next to me and turned on the screen, finding out it was nearly midnight. "Huh, I cultivated for over six hours." It was impressive. I quickly wore my boxers on so she could turn back to me.

"Wow, when I started, I couldn't cultivate for more than a few minutes before getting impatient," Merry clapped her hands for me softly, reminding me that we should be quiet to avoid waking up Dad.

"You can turn now, I wore something. Dad is sleeping?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Yes. Poor Dad, his mistress was too busy today…" she sighed in made-up sorrow, not letting her fantasy go.

"Oh, shut up."

"What if he got involved with findom?" Merry suggested, stroking her cheeks to the chin in long motions as though she had a beard.

"Findom?" Not a term I knew.

"Financial dominance. Horny men let a woman have control over their financial situation. They can't spend anything without her authorization, and they must buy her the gifts she desires. She eventually pleases them sexually for being obedient."

I just gazed at her, not knowing where to even start in my response to that. Never mind, I knew exactly where to start. I should start with the most concerning part.

"Why the hell do you know about this?! God, please tell me you are not a findom… practitioner… or whatever that's called!"

"Hmm, the term is probably financial dominatrix?" she pondered out loud.

"Whatever, that's not the point!"

"Fine, relax, I have nothing to do with it. I just like to read stuff online," she mumbled, her tanned round cheeks getting slightly red.

A long exhale of relief escaped my lungs. "Alright, if that's all. Well, I hope this financial dominatrix is hot then," I joked, immediately regretting joining aboard with her nonsense.

"Hmm, maybe. But men desperate enough to let a stranger control their expenses in exchange for a handjob, knowing she is only interested in their money, probably don't have high standards."

Facts.

"Argh, come here," I grabbed her hand and pulled her. She fell onto me with a playful yelp, sending us both rolling on the floor, entangled with each other. We ended up with me being above her, my face in her hair. It had a pleasant smell of soap, and her body heat radiated against me like a bonfire.

"I'm here," she said once we stopped giggling together. She raised her exposed right leg, placing it on top of my left.

"And now I can eat you."

I assaulted her lips with mine, applying all the lessons I learned about kissing from my previous experience. Her inexperienced attempts to suck on my lips and kiss back made my big boy rage in my boxers, a clear indication I was her first.

Merry ground her pelvis against me hungrily, begging for intimate stimulation. My fingers soon found her breasts, kneading them through her top directly. The fabric did nothing to hide their softness, and there was no bra in my way. Ah, that's why there were no bra outlines.

As my tongue kept teasing her lips in our interlock, she drooled a little by mistake, letting a drop of saliva escape through the corner of her mouth, dripping on her cheek.

She stopped devouring me in her embarrassment, but when she tried to send a hand to wipe it off, she found it pushed away, and a mischievous lick cleaned the problem, leaving behind a bigger mess.

"Mmm," the beautiful girl blurted out a soft moan in surprise, making her open her eyes and stare at me nervously.

"You are too beautiful, Marlene, nobody else deserves to have you," I muttered before diving in for another long session of eating her lips.

"Ahh…"

"Mmhh…"

One moan followed another as we both couldn't stop sighing. The sensation was magical, electrifying. It was then that I realized I truly loved her, and until yesterday, probably much more than I loved Nyssa.

"Let me make you happy," I eventually broke our kiss, smiling when gravity made a string of our mixed saliva fall on her chin. I wiped it off with my thumb and rubbed it against her lips. Merry obediently parted them, letting my thumb in as she kept teasing it with her little naughty tongue.

"Mm, okay," she mumbled on it.

A quick pull upwards of her top made freed her big tits. Those two made no sense at all, being so round like someone supported them all the time.

"Mm, do you like them?" she asked arching her back a little to show them off. They moved from the momentum, making me wonder how sexy it'd be to pound her and watch their reaction.

No. No. I must focus. There was foreplay to be done first, my duty to make her wet and horny so she can enjoy it to the fullest. Besides, the joy of satisfying my need for playfulness. She needs to be groveling and begging to be fucked. She should be the one desperate for a taste of my dick, not the other way around.

"I like them a lot. I can't wait to see them bounce when I'm inside you," I whispered. Dreams and art were meant to be shared.

"Be gentle, okay?" she answered shyly, her face flushed. Ah, she was too cute for her own good, it only made me want to ravage her rougher.

"I will try," I grinned. Her curvaceous body was pinned underneath me, tempting me to taste every corner of it. I bit into her neck, using the hand with the thumb in her mouth to push her head down and reveal that throat to me.

"Argh, yes…" she groaned as I left my mark on her. My hand was sent to behind her lifted leg, holding her butt as her soft skin took the stamp of my teeth. I felt her small hands run through my back, her nails digging in as she resisted the pain by inflicting it back on me.

I'm not going to lie, it hurt as hell, but I was too horny for it to be unpleasant. I was fine with it as long as no blood was shed.

"Now the world will know you're mine whenever you step out," I smiled at her once I raised my head, acting as though that mark would last forever.

"They might be looking at other parts, make sure to claim it all," she taunted, using her shin to rub against my member. It was hard by now, big enough to rub her shin back.

"Mmh," I groaned, my voice turning hoarse in my horniness, "Once you take it all in, I want to see if you can still act so cheeky."

She sunk in silence, probably imagining the sensations that would run through her brain if she took it all. Using this pause, it was time for the next dish, those tasty-looking boobs that have been daring me to hold them since Merry and I got closer lately. They just looked at me every day with their perfect shape and volume, telling me to feast.