Bebegigs
Chapter 36's

Magenta looked down into the water, which was crashing into the stone wall.

And he saw Orange standing by the pool, soaking to his waist, his hair shining in the moonlight.

"Huh? Jingga—" He tried to talk, but was surprised because no sound came out.

Orange waved at her with a smile, flipping her hair back. Then he beckoned her to come down, joining him.

He's smiling!

"Are you okay?" exciting Magenta.

Orange could not hear him there. He again signaled him to come down.

But Magenta was unceasingly dumbfounded at him.

How did he survive after falling like that? He's surprised. His heart rate is back to normal. The horror has been eliminated.

How could he avoid colliding with those stones?

How'd he do it?

Now Magenta stood up, waving back at Jingga. la was very happy because Orange was still alive. he was so happy that it felt like he wanted to stretch out his arms and take off, sliding off the edge of the reef, he said, and drift down to the chick.

But he turned around and carefully walked across the flat stone ledge. The rocky path down was steep and slippery, but he ran excitedly, stumbling, boulders tossing and rolling.

"Till—you really are okay!"

The orange still could not hear it because of the roar of the wind and the pounding of the water.

While standing by the pebbled beach right now, he smiled, his hair glistening in the moonlight, his arms straight at the side as if waiting patiently for Magenta.

"Bikin's scared!" magenta shouted, his sneakers splashing water inundating the cracked stones that were scattered on the beach.

The orange did not answer.

He still looked up and smiled to the top of the stone hill above where Magenta was standing earlier, waving his hands once more.

Magenta gulped and was flabbergasted, then looked up at the top of the stone hill following the orange gaze and stammered.

The silhouette of someone standing at that place—in the place where Magenta was standing earlier.

In the next instant, the figure on top of it leaped towards the Orange.

Simultaneously Magenta heard the flapping of his wings and something as soft as strands of whipped cloth slapped him. Makes his body bounce back.

Before Magenta could sigh, even before he realized what was happening, the darkness engulfed him.

Of course, Magenta did not know that Orange was actually in the pool of the waterfall from the beginning. The girl never jumped. What he saw was just an illusion that Yasa made so that Magenta jumped into the waterfall.

The control of his consciousness was decent as well, Yasa thought a little cynical. I salute you a little, Magenta. He glanced at the bushes where Magenta was lying now. Let's see if after this you're still conscious?

Yasa extended an arm around Orange's shoulder and pulled her face closer.

The scent of the man's perfume seemed to float around the orange, holding it in, pulling it closer. It was both warm and at the same time cold, wet from the waterfall, but his lips were very dry, hot and dry.

Yasa kissed her lips, kissed her eyes kissed her chin. Kissing her with such a shocking passion. Very hot and at the same time very cold.

Her kiss.

The orange tried to respond. But he sank-voluntarily without being forced—ke into a dizzying twisting darkness.

The water in the river was cold, but the kiss Yasa gave off was hot, Yasa's skin felt slippery as the Orange embraced her. Enjoying Yasa's kiss, Orange's hands explore the subtle curves and muscular hands. Yasa softly moaned enjoying his touch. Hugging the Orange with one hand Yasa moved to the back of the body of the Orange, their wet bodies stuck together, the heat of the body combined with the cold of water. Orange feels very drunk and feels very happy.

Yasa paused for a moment looking at him. Yasa's hair looked even more dense than night, dangling from the top of his forehead. His dark eyeballs stared at the orange with a hungry look. Orange looked into Yasa's eyes full of longing and the man smiled.

Bending even closer, Yasa began to kiss the entire cheek, forehead and eyelids of Orange. He bit his chin, cheeks and lower lip gently.

The orange shoulder vibrates. A few buttons of Yasa's shirt open on his chest. Jemari Jingga explores Yasa's open chest.

Yasa went down to kiss the neck of an orange. Uncovers the tip of the blouse upwards. The center of the girl's chest hardened, Yasa stroked her and fouled her.

The orange curled its body in the water. Yasa licked and drank the water droplets that were on top of the orange skin. Yasa's mouth danced along his body.

Then Yasa's grin faded away changing with a scrumptious gaze along with the increasing intensity of the orange caress.

The Orange Hand explored Yasa's shiny body with white and smooth skin, down the muscles around his arms and shoulders on a wet, clingy shirt.

Yasa looked into the orange's eyes, his gaze darkened with desire. Yasa looked at Orange with a burning gaze.

The orange could feel Yasa shaking violently. Orange gives her deepest kiss, she happily receives Yasa's response until stopped by the moans and tugs that bring her closer.

Yasa patted his cheek on his orange cheek hungry. Then he lifted up his orange face with both hands for a while and kissed her again and again.

Yasa hooked the two orange legs on his waist, carried them, then moved slowly to the river bank. There, he found a higher place and laid an orange on the surface of grass that was soft like velvet. Yasa lay on the orange, resting on his hands. Orange embraces. Yasa then filled himself.

With a sharp breath of orange clawed at Yasa's muscles. Yasa licked his lips and ducked to kiss Orange.

The orange grabbed the nape of Yasa, the part of Yasa's body now inside her body. Yasa's warm hands clasped the top of his chest. He wanted Yasa to give him even more, this handsome guy, was his true love-at least that's what he believed.

Yasa's waist was wrapped in two orange thighs, he locked it and curved underneath.

Ah, you're a bad girl? thought Yasa while showing his approval for the actions of Orange.

There were no words spoken from the lips of the two, only moans and gasps of hunting.

I want to give you pleasure, Yasa thought passionately. I know you're a very passionate girl but I never thought you were like this.

When Yasa again ducked down and kissed her, Jingga went down the side of Yasa's body then pressed down on her slippery groin.

Yasa slipped his hand into the orange pants. The girl is in a state of madness. Sensing the wildest side of his passion, Yasa mercilessly takes him to enjoy the passion that is within him. Until it reaches nirvana.

Yasa put his thumb near the pleasure center of the Orange while he carried it flying. Yasa made her feel different kinds of pleasure sensations. His hand was slipping from Yasa's neck. He raised his pelvis higher and let Yasa do what the man wanted, his whole body was the place to fulfill every desire of Yasa.

Yasa then cupped his orange buttocks, stressing his body to the body of the Orange, feeling a surge of pleasure. His body was shaking violently by passion. Shivering while trying to fill the world of Orange.

Jingga did not protest in the slightest as Yasa lowered her pants, trying to take them off.

Suddenly a shadow floated down from the top of the cliff. Then the sound flapped and crackled.

Damnit damnit!

Yasa growled in his heart.