Chapter 641: Taste Of Veylara

Meanwhile, he could sense every minute reaction: the way her stomach tensed under his arm, the way her thighs trembled once and then locked, the way her breathing had gone shallow and uneven against the side of his neck.

Her hand was still loosely wrapped around his cock; the sudden penetration had made her fingers tighten instinctively, giving him a firm, almost painful squeeze that only fed the ache in his groin.

After a long while, he slowly began to move the finger.

A deliberate withdrawal until only the tip remained inside the tight ring of muscle, then an equally deliberate push back in to the knuckle.

The sensation that greeted him was enough to make his cock throb violently in her soft hand.

Her hotness was one thing, but the tightness was on another level too, it was so tightly clenched that even a single finger had to work for every inch of depth.

Meanwhile, the silken walls of her virgin pussy fluttered and spasmed around the intrusion in shocked, rhythmic pulses.

And it was so soft, slick and almost feverish that every tiny ridge and fold of her inner flesh dragged along his finger with a wet, intimate friction that felt indecently perfect.

Soon, the wetness inside her pussy coated his finger completely.

Clear, warm slickness spilled around his finger with every careful movement, easing the way while somehow making the tight grip of her walls feel even more pronounced.

When he curled his finger slightly on the inward stroke, stroking along the front wall, the soft flesh yielded and then clenched down harder, in a reflexive, helpless flutter that sent another rush of that same slick heat spilling over his knuckles.

And each slow stroke would draw another small, involuntary sound from Veylara, as she squirmed around in his arms, not with any real attempt to escape, but with the restless, overwhelmed shifting of a body experiencing something entirely new.

Her strong thighs tensed and relaxed on either side of his hand. Her bare back arched slightly against his chest.

Every time he pushed back in to the knuckle, a soft, broken noise left her throat... half gasp, half moan... which was as always quickly bitten off as if she were still trying to maintain some fragment of control.

When he withdrew until only the tip remained and then sank deep once more, her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll, grinding the soft heat of her pussy harder against his palm and the base of his finger.

Sol kept the rhythm unhurried and mercilessly consistent.

In.

Out.

A slow curl against that sensitive front wall.

Another deep push that made her inner muscles flutter and clutch at him.

The wet sounds of his finger moving inside her were soft but unmistakable beneath the quiet lapping of the pond... slick, intimate, obscenely clear in the moonlit silence.

Slowly, her body released more and more pheromones, and her warm and musky scent rose stronger too, mixing with the clean mineral smell of the spring.

Every time her walls clenched down around him, Sol felt another hard pulse of need travel the length of his cock which was helplessly trapped in her hand and with every intrusion and excursion, she would clench and release it, as if it was her only anchor in this world, though to him it felt more like she was deliberately trying to milk him.

He could have stayed there for a long time, simply finger-fucking the proud Warchief with this finger, listening to every small sound he pulled from her and feeling every helpless flutter of her untouched pussy. But he was also slowly reaching his limit.

Well, he gotta admit he was deliberately taking too long and enjoying it bit too much, but you can’t really blame him, after all sitting in his lap and moaning was the proud layer 4 Veynar Warchief.

So, after several unhurried thrusts, Sol pulled his finger free.

The sudden emptiness made Veylara’s hips twitch, and do a tiny, aborted chase after the contact she had only just started to process.

Sol brought the glistening finger up in front of them. Even in the silver moonlight the wetness coating it was obvious... clear, slick, and faintly viscous.

He brought it close to his face and took a deep, deliberate sniff.

Rich. Musky. Distinctly feminine and distinctly her... the concentrated pheromones of a mature woman who had never been properly touched, now stirred and wet for the first time by a man’s hand.

It was thicker, denser, more intoxicating than he had expected, carrying the same untamed edge that clung to the rest of her presence.

It was the kind of natural pheromone that settled low in a man’s gut and made the need to bury himself inside her feel almost instinctive. Sol closed his eyes for a second and simply breathed her in, letting the scent of Veylara’s freshly opened pussy imprint itself.

Without hesitation he slid the finger into his mouth.

He sucked it clean slowly, thoroughly, savoring the taste the same way he had savored the scent.

The flavor matched the scent: deep, slightly sweet, and so purely Veylara that it made his cock throb violently. He made certain she could see what he was doing... could watch him taste her from his own finger as if it were something precious.

The knowledge that this was the first time any man had ever tasted her.. that the slick heat coating his tongue had never been touched by anyone else... sent another hard pulse of lust straight through his cock.

When he finally withdrew the cleaned finger from his mouth, Veylara was still staring at him with that stunned, slightly unsettled expression... cheeks faintly flushed, lips parted, the usual sovereign composure cracked just enough to show the woman underneath. Sol did not give her time to rebuild it.

He took advantage of the opening at once.

One hand came up to cup the side of her jaw, turning her face toward him, and he kissed her hard. His mouth claimed hers and without any resistance his tongue pushed past her lips to share exactly what he had just tasted.

The slick, intimate flavor of her own pussy... still fresh on his tongue... mixed between them as he deepened the kiss, feeding it back into her mouth without hesitation.

Veylara made a small, startled sound against him, body tensing for a heartbeat in pure surprise at the filthy intimacy of it. But he did not relent.

He kissed her through the shock, slow and thorough, making certain she tasted herself deeply.

Only when her initial stiffness began to melt again under the force of the kiss did he finally ease back.

A thin, glistening strand of shared saliva still connected their lips for a moment before it broke. Veylara’s breathing had gone noticeably uneven.

The deep blue of her eyes looked darker, dazed, as if the combination of his finger inside her and the taste of herself on his tongue had short-circuited something fundamental in her understanding of the world.

Sol rested his chin lightly against her shoulder from behind, keeping her locked in the circle of his arms, and spoke directly against her ear. His voice came out low and dark with satisfaction.

"That," he murmured, "is what you taste like when you’re wet for a man."

A/N: Guys am I corrupting Veylara a bit too much?

Honestly I just can’t resist, knowing that she is a Layer 4 cold face Sovereign, and still a virfgin despite having a daughter, which happens to be his his woman too.

So forgive me, if I have strayed abut too deep and corrupted her.