Chapter 166: Sneak Peek [1] [R-18]

Amon entered Marielle’s bedroom with Seraphina still wrapped around him.

The room was more laxrious than his own with a soft dim light illuminating the place.

The air carried a faint, clean scent of her aunt’s perfume mixed with the cooler night breeze from a cracked window.

Marielle lay asleep on the large bed, one arm stretched above her head.

Half the blanket had been kicked away in her sleep, leaving her mostly uncovered.

The thin nightgown she wore had ridden up high on her thighs, exposing the long, smooth length of her legs and the soft curve of one hip.

The fabric clung loosely to her breasts, the soft weight of them rising and falling with every slow breath.

Even asleep she looked dangerously attractive even with such relaxed posture.

Seraphina’s eyes went wide with panic the moment she saw her aunt.

"Amon!" she whispered, her voice meek. "What are you doing?!"

He ignored the fear in her voice and kept walking deeper into the room.

Seraphina looked at him with pure alarm, but he only gave her a small, calm smile.

"Relax. She’s out cold."

He gently set her down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle the mattress too much and Marielle didn’t stir.

Seraphina immediately leaned close and whispered, voice barely audible.

"Stop. We can’t do this here. If she wakes up we’re dead. Amon, I’m serious--"

Amon didn’t answer with words. He simply knelt in front of her, placed his hands on her knees, and slowly pushed her legs open.

The skin of her inner thighs was soft and warm under his palms.

"Amon, don’t--"

He pulled her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.

The thin fabric slid easily over her hips and down her legs before he tossed it aside.

The cool air of the room kissed the newly exposed skin between her thighs.

"You’re already wet," he murmured, voice low. "Were you thinking about this?"

Before she could protest again he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her.

Seraphina’s breath hitched. A muffled sound escaped her throat as her hands flew to his head, her fingers sliding into his hair.

"Ah~ fuck... Amon..."

He licked her slowly at first, dragging his tongue through her already wet folds.

She was warm and the soft taste of her coated his tongue.

He circled her clit with pressure, feeling the swollen bud twitch under the attention, then sucked it gently between his lips.

"You taste so good," he said against her, the words vibrating over her sensitive skin. "I could eat this pussy all night."

Seraphina’s thighs trembled on either side of his head.

She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep quiet, but soft, broken whimpers still slipped out every time his tongue pushed deeper.

The quiet wet sounds of his mouth filled the small space between them.

"Amon... please... she’ll hear... nn~"

"Then stay quiet." He licked her more firmly, focusing on the sensitive peak. "Be a good girl and let me make you cum right next to her."

The heat of her body seemed to grow with every pass of his tongue.

Seraphina’s fingers tightened in his hair. Her hips began to move against his face despite her fear.

"You’re grinding on my face," he murmured between licks. "So needy."

"Shut up... ah~"

Amon suddenly got an idea.

While still licking her, he focused a thin strand of spirit energy into his fingers.

Soft, veiny ridges formed along the surface of two fingers, giving them a textured, slightly gripping feel. He slowly pushed those fingers inside her.

Seraphina’s entire body jerked. A sharp, muffled moan almost escaped before she slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Holy fuck~ what is that~"

Her eyes darted toward Marielle in pure panic.

The older woman remained deeply asleep, chest rising and falling steadily, the thin nightgown still barely covering her.

Only then did Seraphina’s expression melt into reluctant pleasure.

Her walls clenched hard around the ridged fingers as Amon curled them inside her.

The textured spirit energy dragging against her sensitive inner walls while he continued to suck on her clit. The dual sensation made her thighs shake.

"Ah... nn~ Amon, those fingers feel so fucking good..."

He kept the rhythm steady as his fingers kept thrusting with that unique grip.

The soft sounds of his mouth and fingers were almost drowned by Seraphina’s shaky breathing.

"You like that?" he asked, voice low against her. "Feeling my fingers stretch this tight little pussy while your aunt is right there?"

"Yes... shit... don’t stop~"

She kept glancing at her aunt, but every time Amon pressed against that sensitive spot inside her.

Her eyes fluttered shut again and her hips pushed forward for more.

"I’m... I’m close~" she whispered, her voice barely audible but thick with need. "Amon, I’m going to cum... if she wakes up~"

"Cum quietly." He sucked harder and curled his fingers firmly. "Cum on my tongue like a good girl."

Seraphina came hard. Her whole body tensed up, her thighs clamping around his head as a long, trembling wave of pleasure rolled through her.

She bit down on her own hand to stay silent, only a tiny choked sound escaping.

"Mmmph~!"

Her walls pulsed strongly around his fingers while fresh, warm wetness coated his tongue and chin. The scent of her arousal filled the air between them.

Amon kept working her through it until the shaking slowed, licking gently as the last pulses faded.

"That’s it... just like that," he murmured. "You came so hard."

He slowly pulled his fingers out and stood up, a small satisfied smile on his face.

He picked Seraphina up like she weighed nothing.

Her body was still warm and pliant against him as he carried her out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them.

"You’re insane," she whispered against his neck, still breathless. "Completely insane."

"You came anyway."

In the living room he set her down on the sofa. The cushions gave softly under her.

Seraphina was still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed a deep pink and eyes hazy from the orgasm.

Amon pulled off his clothes without ceremony until he was completely naked.

The cool air of the room brushed over his skin, but the heat of his arousal remained.

The sight of him hard and ready made Seraphina’s gaze hazy with hunger.

"Come here," she said, her voice still rough.

She reached for him, pulled him down, and kissed him deeply.

Her lips were soft and a little swollen from biting them earlier.

Amon’s hands immediately went to her breasts, groping and squeezing the soft, warm flesh without restraint.

His thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she moaned into his mouth and arched into his hands.

"These feel so good in my hands," he muttered against her lips. "I could play with them for hours."

"Then don’t stop... ah~"

After a moment he pulled back, turned her around, and bent her over the armrest of the sofa so her stomach rested flat against the soft surface.

The position left her completely open to him.

He gripped her waist, feeling the heat of her skin under his palms, and rubbed the thick head of his cock through the slick mess of her earlier orgasm.

The wetness coated him thoroughly, warm and slippery.

"You’re still soaked," he said, voice low. "Ready?"

"Yes... put it in. I want it."

He slowly pushed inside.

Seraphina’s breath left her in a long, shaky moan as the tight, wet heat of her body welcomed every inch of him until he was fully seated.

"Fuck... you’re so deep..."