Chapter 119. Her Puhh Tasted Like Matcha**

Chapter 119: 119. Her Puhh Tasted Like Matcha**

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I opened my mouth wider, taking her entire clit and the entrance to her cunt into the heat of my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue worked like a piston.

The wetness was everywhere now—our juices mixing, dripping onto the sheets, creating a slick and obscene mess that only fueled our desperation.

We were two creatures lost in a storm of flesh and magic, each one trying to outlast the other in this beautiful, filthy war of pleasure.

The sixty-nine position had become a battlefield of pure sensation. Sylvara was relentless, but she had clearly made it her mission to break me again, her throat working with mechanical precision while her tongue danced around my cock like a living flame.

The wet, rhythmic slurp-gluck of her mouth was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality as she drove me closer to another explosive release.

But I wasn’t letting her off easy. My hands slid down her body, past her narrow waist, until they found the twin hemispheres of her ass.

They were magnificent—firm, warm, and impossibly smooth.

I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks, gripping them hard enough to leave temporary marks, pulling her closer to my face.

I stared down at her cunt as I worked on it. Up close, the sight was intoxicating. Her folds were pale pink, glistening with a slickness that made her look like she was carved from wet marble.

There was something so pristine about her—the way her entrance looked untouched, yet so swollen and ready for worship.

I pressed my tongue deep inside her, swirling it around her clit while simultaneously sucking on her entrance. The taste hit me like a wave... it was earthy, floral, and strangely sweet, with an undertone of something clean and herbal that only someone with her magical heritage could possess.

"Fuck, Sylvara..." I mumbled against her wet flesh, my voice vibrating through her thighs. "This tastes... mmmmnnngh... it tastes like heaven."

I pulled back for a split second to catch my breath, looking up at her upside-down face as she continued to suck me. "I’m not even joking right now—you taste like matcha."

"Like the most delicious, expensive matcha..."

"Sweet, earthy... fucking divine."

Sylvara’s reaction was immediate. Her hips jerked in surprise, and a flush that had nothing to do with arousal crept up her neck.

"Matcha? Nnngh—ahhh!" she gurgled around my cock, her words muffled and frustrated.

She tried to pull away from my tongue to protest, but I gripped her ass tighter, holding her in place.

"Don’t you dare stop," I teased, my teeth grazing her sensitive inner thigh. "Seriously, it’s delicious."

"I could eat you like this all night... I think I’m actually getting addicted to the taste of you."

"You... you shameless bastard," she managed to moan, though her hips were betraying her by grinding harder against my mouth. "This is... ahhh... this is supposed to be a sacred union, not... not a tasting menu!"

"How can you compare my essence to... to tea?" Her voice was thick with frustration, but beneath the annoyance, there was an undeniable current of arousal.

She was embarrassed that her body’s most intimate flavor could be so casually—and deliciously—remarked upon.

"Call it what you want," I growled, diving back in between her legs. "But I’m never getting enough of this flavor."

I went to work with renewed vigor, determined to prove my point. I started sucking on her clit as if it were the source of all life itself, using my tongue to lap at her as fast as I could.

The wet sounds—schlick, schlick, schlick—were joined by her increasingly desperate sounds.

"Mmmph—nngh—Leon!" she cried out, her voice cracking as she simultaneously tried to maintain the deep, wet suction on my cock and endure the assault on her cunt.

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Her body was caught between two fires... my cock filling her throat and my tongue devouring her clit.

I could feel her internal muscles seizing up, her cunt clamping down around my tongue in involuntary spasms.

She was losing control. The frustration she felt at my teasing was being burned away by the sheer intensity of what we were doing to each other.

"That’s it, Sylvara," I whispered hoarsely against her wetness, feeling her climax building like a storm on the horizon. "Give it to me...! Let me taste everything!"

"Ahhhhhh—fuck—Leon!" she screamed, her head snapping back as she finally broke.

Her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike, her cunt pulsing violently against my tongue in waves of pure pleasure.

At the exact same moment, her throat constricted around my cock in a powerful, desperate squeeze, and I felt my own climax rushing toward the surface.

The room was filled with the sounds of our mutual unraveling—the wet slap of skin, the guttural moans of surrender, and the crackling energy of two souls colliding in the most beautiful, filthy way possible.

I wasn’t just playing anymore, but I was hunting.

The more she teased me with her frustration, the more I wanted to dominate every single inch of her. I shifted my position slightly, bringing my hands up to her hips to anchor her as I dove back into the floral, musky depths of her cunt.

I wanted to see everything... I wanted to claim it all.

I slid two thick fingers into her entrance, stretching her open wide.

"Fuck, Sylvara... look at you," I growled, my voice dripping with hunger. "You’re so fucking open for me."

The sight was breathtaking—her pale petals stretched taut by my fingers, revealing the glistening, ruby-red interior of her cunt.

The smell hit me then, a concentrated wave of that divine, matcha-sweet aroma mixed with the sharp, intoxicating musk of her arousal.

I leaned down, pressing my nose against her slit, inhaling deeply. "You smell like something sacred... something I want to devour until there’s nothing left."

Then, I unleashed hell.

I began licking her with a ferocity that made her entire body arch off the bed. I wasn’t just tasting her, but I was attacking her; that’s my plan.

My tongue became a weapon, flicking against her clit with lightning speed before plunging deep inside her stretched opening, tasting every drop of her honeyed nectar.

"AAAAHHHH—Nnngh—Leon! Stop—no, don’t stop! Fuck!" Sylvara’s voice was a wrecked melody of ecstasy.

She was losing her mind. "You’re—mmmph—you’re too good at this!"

"How do you—glrrp—know exactly where to—ahhh!"

But she wasn’t going to let me win. Sylvara was a creature of ancient pride, and she refused to be the only one undone.

If I was going to claim her body, she was going to claim my soul.

Her throat tightened around my cock with renewed purpose.

She began to suck harder than I thought humanly possible, her cheeks drawing in air as she created a vacuum that felt like it was trying to pull my very bones through my cock.

"You think—mmph—you can outlast me?" she gurgled around me, her eyes blazing with a desperate, competitive lust. "You think I’ll let you—slurp—take everything without giving you hell in return?"

I bucked against her mouth, my hips thrusting upward in a primal reflex. "Fuck, Sylvara... you’re killing me..."

"Look at you," she muffled against my cock, her words vibrating through my entire shaft as she pulled back just enough to whisper against the sensitive skin. "You’re getting—gluck—bigger...!"

"Even bigger than before... I can feel you—ahhh—stretching my throat to the breaking point." Her hands came up to grip my thighs, her nails digging into my muscles. "And the precum... Leon, there’s so much of it!"

"You’re leaking like a fucking fountain!"

"It’s everywhere—mmmph—it’s coating my tongue, it’s staining everything—slurp—it tastes like pure power!"

"It’s because of you," I gasped, my head falling back as she swirled her tongue around the tip while simultaneously sucking the shaft. "You’re making me—fuck—you’re making me lose control."

The dual assault was devastating. Every time I thought I had reached my limit, she would change the angle of her mouth, find a new nerve ending, and send me spiraling right back to the edge.

And every time I thought I could handle her cunt, I would drive my fingers deeper and my tongue harder, hearing her shriek in pleasure as I teased her climax into submission.

The room was a chaos of wet, obscene noises: the slap-slap of her ass against my thighs, the rhythmic schlick of my fingers in her wetness, and the wet, sucking gluck-gluck of her mouth working on my cock.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and magic, the tension between us stretched so tight it felt like the entire tower might collapse under the weight of our need.

"Leon—I can’t—I’m going to—AAAAHHHH!" Sylvara’s scream was muffled as she shoved my cock deeper into her throat, her body seizing as her climax tore through her. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers like a heartbeat, milking them mercilessly.

"That’s it, Sylvara! Give it to me!" I roared, my own climax building like a supernova. "Cum for me! Let me feel it all!"

I could feel it—the heat, the pressure, the inevitable explosion.

My cock was throbbing so violently it felt like it would burst, fueled by her desperate sucking and the overwhelming taste of her divine cunt.

The end was seconds away, and there would be no mercy left between us.