Chapter 747: Delicious

She had felt that monster stretch her wide before. She had felt it drive all the way to the absolute depth of her pussy.

Yet seeing it standing tall above her, flushed dark and visibly pulsing, set her blood on fire all over again.

The air between them felt heavier.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Sol simply looked at her... naked and ready, while she looked at the thick cock that was about to ruin her for the rest of the night.

"Look at you," Sol mumbled, his voice dropping into a low rough tone, as he moved his body between her parted knees.

His thick forearms braced on either side of her head, his chest hovering mere inches above her aching breasts.

"A sovereign of the Fifth Layer... lying naked on my furs, dripping like a river just because I took off my pants."

Veylara let out a low growl, her hands shooting up to cup his jaw as she pulled his face down.

"Shut up and just do what you are supposed to do," she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling with a mixture of outrage and desperate, agonizing need. "Or do you need me to show you how to use that?"

Sol’s lips curled into a wicked, dangerous grin. "Patience, Chief. We’ve got the whole night. I plan on tasting every single inch of you before I put a drop of seed inside."

Instead of plunging straight into her dripping heat, Sol slowed the pace down to a agonizing, delicious torture.

He leaned down, his rough, warm lips tracing a slow, burning path from the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, down the long, elegant curve of her throat, and over the ridge of her collarbone.

Every time his lips brushed against her sun-kissed skin, Veylara’s breath hitched, her back arching off the furs as a wave of intense, electric shivers cascaded down her spine.

"Sol... ah..." Veylara whimpered, her hands shifting to slide over his broad, muscled shoulders, her palms feeling the dense, volcanic heat radiating from his sun core.

He lowered his head and took left delicious nipple into his mouth.

He circled the swollen, dark nipple with the tip of his hot tongue, teasing the sensitive peak until Veylara gasped aloud, her fingers tangling tightly into his dark hair.

Then, with a sudden, greedy pull, he drew the entire erect apex deep into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand cupped the heavy, warm underside of her breast, squeezing and molding her flesh.

"NNNH!" Veylara’s head snapped back against the fur pillows, her eyes closing tightly as a lightning bolt of sheer pleasure shot straight down to her lower belly.

Her hips gave an involuntary, desperate jerk upward, seeking the hard pressure of his body. "Sol... ah, more... suck it harder..."

Sol obliged without mercy. He pulled, licked, and gently bit at her sensitive nipple, switching to her right breast to give it the exact same ruthless, devouring treatment.

His hands roamed freely over her body... tracing the narrow sweep of her waist, digging into the plush, muscular curve of her hips, and kneading the firm, soft cheeks of her ass until her bronzed skin was flushed with a deep, rosy heat.

"Sol—" Her voice cracked. Her legs squeezed against his flanks, her heels digging into the white mammoth pelt as a continuous stream of low, breathless groans poured from her throat.

"You... you shameless brute..." she babbled, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as his mouth trailed down her ribcage, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, the subtle ridges of muscle, until he reached the dark curls between her thighs. "You’re doing this on purpose..."

"Doing what, Chief?" Sol teased, his voice vibrating against her lower belly as his hand slid down, parting her knees wider.

He spread her legs wider with his hands and looked at her for a long second... pink, swollen, dripping, the entrance of her cunt visibly clenching around nothing.

His broad palm cup her wet, swollen center, his fingers immediately becoming coated in her hot, slippery moisture.

Veylara let out a sharp, breathless shriek as his thumb pressed directly onto her sensitive, rigid clitoris, applying a slow, firm circular pressure that made her entire lower half tremble.

"Sol—! AH!" Veylara arched her back violently, her toes curling into the air as her thighs quivered against his sides. "Don’t... don’t tease me... drive it in!"

"Not yet," Sol growled softly.

He slid two thick fingers directly into her soaking, tight canal.

SLIP.

The sensation of his fingers penetrating her slick, scalding depths made Veylara’s eyes fly open in pure shock.

Her inner walls, hot and tight, instantly clamped down around his fingers like a velvet vise, trying to draw him deeper.

Sol let out a low grunt at the sheer tightness of her, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, feeling the incredible, pulsing heat of her inner depth while his thumb continued to relentlessly massage her engorged clit.

SLAP. SLIP. SLICK.

The wet, explicit sounds of his fingers working her dripping core echoed softly through the quiet, firelit chamber. Sol bent his fingers upward, hooked them slightly, and pressed against the sensitive, ridged roof of her inner passage.

"AHNNNN!" Veylara’s voice cracked into a high, breathless scream.

Her hips bucked wildly off the bed, her hands clutching at the mammoth furs as her inner walls went into a violent, convulsive spasm.

She was already coming. Just from his hands and mouth, the days of built-up, suffocating tension snapped like a dry twig.

A thick, scalding wave of female ejaculation poured out of her pussy, soaking his fingers and splashing onto the white furs beneath her.

Her pussy milked his fingers relentlessly, pulsing in long, rhythmic contractions that left her panting, weeping, and completely boneless against the furs.

Sol smiled darkly, watching her sapphire eyes glaze over with pure bliss.

He slowly withdrew his slick fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking her sweet, pungent nectar off his skin right in front of her flushed, trembling face.

"Delicious," Sol drawled, his crimson eyes glinting with possessive triumph. "The Warchief tastes like sweet mountain honey."