Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil was at a loss.

She didn't expect Lenny to kiss herself suddenly, and she didn't expect him to be...very proficient in such a short time.

Lanny lowered his head and kissed her gently. He put one hand on her waist and the other on the water tank behind her, encircling her in his arms in a semi-enclosing position.

So she can't escape.

Their lips and tongues entangled, their breath blended. The room was so quiet that Cecil could hear their kisses clearly.

It was sticky and anxious, accompanied by rapid and chaotic breathing, which made people blushing.

Cecil was very red now, not only flushed, but also his heartbeat was so violent that he almost jumped out of his chest.

Obviously the movements are very light, but very intense. How did he do that…

Is the octopus also gifted in this regard?

Cecil panted lightly and pushed him away, pulling out a thin silver wire as his lips parted.

When she saw it, she blushed almost bloody.

Lanny lowered her eyelashes, watching her soft lips shine brightly by her own kiss, her eyes darkened, and her throat inevitably tightened slightly.

He didn't quite understand what he was doing.

But he liked it very much and couldn't stop it.

He is not sure if this is a way of expressing intimacy, but he thinks it is.

Because he wants to keep doing it with Cecil, and never stop doing it. No one should stop him, no one should disturb him.

Only him and Cecil.

This feeling...great.

Lanni lowered his head slightly, and kissed again. Seeing this, Cecil quickly raised a hand and blocked his mouth with the back of his hand.

Lanney stopped, and undisguised displeasure floated in the deep green eyes.

He was upset.

This thought came out of Cecil's heart, his eyes flickered, and he spoke softly and lowly: "Lanny, you can't do this kind of thing anymore..."

"Why?" Lenny was puzzled.

He liked it very much, he thought Cecil liked it too. He could smell her smell sweetening.

Sweet and seductive, like inviting him to come closer.

"Because... this is bad behavior, it shouldn't happen between me and you." Cecil looked away and explained softly.

Hearing this, Lanni frowned slightly, and said dissatisfied: "But you did it to me first."

His subtext is that Cecil can do this to him, which means he can do this to Cecil. Because Cecil acquiesced, she did it herself.

There is no reason only Cecil can do it, but he can't.

This is not fair.

Cecil certainly understood this.

So now she regrets it because she is impulsive.

"I know... I regret it, I can't." She murmured, lowering her eyes not to look at Lanny.

She was just bewitched, by the atmosphere and situation at the time. The atmosphere was so good at that time, the surrounding stars flickered, and Lenny bit her again.

She couldn't help herself at the moment, so she made mistakes that shouldn't be made. Her mind was irrational at the time, but now after so long, she is fully awake.

Lanny is dangerous, she can't do such intimate things with him. She didn't even dare to embrace such a simple gesture, so how could she kiss him?

This kind of behavior is tantamount to sending yourself to the mouth of the beast, and actively inviting the other party to eat whatever you want.

Arnold was right, she should be more vigilant.

Lenny is too dangerous now. She must draw a clear line between him and herself.

And kissing is the most boundless behavior.

It's fine if she doesn't stop it, she actually teaches him...

Thinking of this, Cecil wanted to go back in time and overthrow everything he had done.

that's terrible.

The more Cecil thought about it, the more regretted it was, and the thought of resistance was born in his heart.

She moved her fingers, a little to push Lenny away, but she didn't dare to move rashly.

I had to carefully lower my eyelashes, lower my head, and try not to touch Lanney's line of sight.

But Lanny stretched out his hand and raised her chin.

He lifted her face slightly and forced her to look at him.

They breathed intertwined again, so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeat. Cecil faced those gem-like beautiful green eyes, the strange scent of cold damp lingering around him in his nose, and felt a little dizzy.

The current situation...it's dangerous. She warned herself secretly in her heart.

You have to find a way to distance yourself from Lenny.

The glass wall of the water tank was hard and cold, and Cecil leaned back on it, feeling a little pain in his back. She blinked her eyes lightly, her long butterfly-wing eyelashes trembling lightly, drawing snow-colored streamlines in the air.

"Lanny, can you stop sticking to me? The glass is too hard and my back hurts..."

She tried to keep Lanny away from her, but Lanny did not move.

Instead, he moved the hand on the water tank slightly and stretched it to Cecil's back. His fingers moved slowly down Cecil's spine, gently rubbing them one by one, and then lowered his mouth:

"What about it? Does it still hurt?"

Cecil: "..."

Where did you learn this trick? Can you learn without a teacher? Is it a bit too smart?

Her cheeks began to flush again, and at the same time, the area where Lanny had rubbed her back was also a little itchy.

Itchy and hot, crisp and numb.

She lifted her chin slightly subconsciously, and her deliberately suppressed breath accidentally hooked up with Lanny.

The heartbeat inadvertently increased a bit.

Lanny stared at her straightforwardly, the blue color in his eyes rippling silently. His Adam's apple moved, and once again he twitched her chin, trying to get close and kiss her—

Cecil quickly covered his mouth with his backhand.

But this didn't stop Lanny.

His eyes were dark, and he stretched out his soft, wet tongue, licked her palms like a cat, swiping the tip of his tongue, leaving ambiguous water stains on her hands.

Cecil felt itchy in his palms, and subconsciously put away his slender, porcelain-white fingers.

Lanny started to bite her fingertips again.

He didn't look as anxious as before, and instead of kissing her eagerly, he nibble on her fingers. His movements are light and detailed, and his gentleness reveals endless meticulousness and patience.

Cecil began to feel a little bit overwhelmed.

Her body was a little soft, and she leaned weakly against the cold glass. Lanny's hand held her lightly to prevent her from sliding down. (There is no hint in the review, please don't think too much)

He didn't go any further, but his eyes were half-closed, and he pecked Cecil's palm patiently.

Cecil felt that her palms were itchy, she pulled her hands back in fear, lowered her voice and said, "Lanny, don't you...uh..."

Her words were interrupted, and Lenny kissed quickly.

This time, his actions were much more urgent. The tip of the tongue swept through Cecil's tender mouth like a tide, sweeping every corner of her meticulously, chasing the base of her soft tongue.

It turns out that all the patience before is pretending, everything is to relax her vigilance.

Cecil thought vaguely in this deep, almost hungry kiss.

She had difficulty breathing again after being kissed, her body clinging to Lenny like duckweed, her legs clinging to him unconsciously.

Her chest rises and falls violently, her cheeks are flushed, and there is a thin whimper in her throat.

She was almost out of breath.

Transparent filaments flowed from the corners of her lips, and Lenny glanced at the end of her eyes, slightly opened her mouth and let go.

Cecil began to breathe.

Her heartbeat was like beating a drum, banging, banging, banging, and almost piercing her eardrums. Even so, Lenny still didn't let her go.

He looked at her quietly, his forked tongue looming between his lips.

He doesn't need to breathe or change his breath. If he can, he can keep kissing.

But he knew that Cecil could not.

Lanny sighed softly and regretfully.

"You still sigh!"

Cecil was furious. She pressed Lanney's mouth and scolded him angrily: "Why don't you listen to me if you say you can't do this? If you do this again, I will throw you out!"

Lanny started to lick her fingers again, making a sticky and ambiguous sound.

"..." Cecil's eyes were red, and the eyes were full of water, "Don't lick me."

Lanny blinked and stopped her movements docilely.

He was very satisfied with the kiss just now, so he can be a little more obedient now.

To make Cecil happy.

"From now on, you can't kiss me anymore, do you hear it?" Cecil straightened his back slightly, making a red face, and said solemnly.

"Kiss?" Lanny blinked, obviously curious about the word.

"What we did just now, was it a ‘kiss’?" He asked like a curious baby, his green eyes staring at Cecil.

Cecil: "..."

Absolutely, absolutely can't tell him.

Her eyes dodge slightly, her lips pressed into a thin line. Seeing that she was not speaking, Lanny continued to ask in a curious tone: "Is ‘kiss’ also a way of expressing intimacy between humans?"

"No!" Cecil retorted immediately.

Lanni tilted her head slightly, and her slightly curled black hair fell on her face, soft and docile, which made people want to reach out and touch it.

"What's that?" His eyes floated and asked quietly.

His eyes were once again pure and clear, so pure that people could not hide. Cecil gave a concealed cough, trying to make up in a calm and serious tone: "It's a very bad behavior, similar to provocation and declaring war."

Lanny: "Provocative?"

"Yes, provocative." Cecil raised a finger and said seriously, "Because you see, they bit other people's mouths. Most people will be angry, right? So you can't do this to me anymore. Oh, I will be angry. When I get angry, I will consider..."

Before she finished speaking, Lanny interrupted her softly: "But when I kissed you, you smelled very good."

Cecil: "...Huh?"

"Your smell is very fragrant, it proves that you like it." Lanny lowered her head slowly, her warm breath intertwined with her, "Cecile, you like me to kiss you, don't you?"

Cecil: "..."

…hateful.

She retorted in embarrassment: "Your inference has no basis, and it can't prove anything at all... Um... Um..."

Why are you here again? !

Cecil was tired of tossing. Lanny seemed to never satisfy, and once again took her breath away, she could only raise her face slightly and nudge him in a low moan.

She felt that if it didn't end, she might die.

"Lanny...stop it..." she made a vague voice. Lanny turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door.

"Little Cecil, are you asleep?"

Cecil stiffened.

It was Stella's voice.