Chapter 753: Jeaolus Zephyra

Zephyra bypassed the grand, cavernous ritual hall where she usually conducted ancestral offerings and guided him straight toward the innermost, restricted sanctuary of her residence: her private sleeping quarters.... a wide, circular lodge constructed from polished ironwood and thatched cedar, nestled deep within the heart of the ancient trees.

The moment they stepped through the heavy wooden door, Zephyra didn’t even bother firing the torches.

CLACK.

The moment the heavy oak door swung shut and the latch clicked firmly into place, all pretense of shamanic dignity vanished into thin air.

Like a starved predator breaking its leash, she launched her entire body at him

"Sol...!" Zephyra gasped, her arms wrapping wildly around his neck as her legs hooked around his waist, pinning herself to his broad chest.

Sol caught her effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping under her plush thighs as his mouth crashed down onto hers in a fierce, breathless collision.

SLAM.

They stumbled backward through the dim room, paying zero attention to the carved wooden tables or the hanging herbal bundles.

Large, wide-open wooden window frames lined the far wall, allowing the brilliant, silver light of the midnight moon to flood the private chamber, illuminating the room in a soft, romantic radiance.

Without breaking the scalding kiss for a single heartbeat, Sol carried her across the moonlit floor until the back of her legs struck the edge of a massive, low wooden bed draped in thick, pristine white mammoth furs and soft pelts.

They tumbled onto the furs together in a tangled heap of limbs, robes, and heat.

They rolled across the plush pelts, wrestling, kissing, and pulling at each other’s clothes with a feral, unbridled urgency.

Sol’s hands roamed ravenously over her lush, mature body, feeling the firm, supple curves of her waist and hips, while Zephyra’s fingers dug through his dark hair, her nails scratching lightly against his scalp as she pulled his mouth deeper into hers.

Finally, after several minutes of frantic, breathless rolling, the human body’s primal demand for oxygen forced them to pause.

HAAAAAH...

They reluctantly broke the kiss, their lips parting with a soft, wet slick sound. A thin, glistening thread of silver saliva stretched between their mouths in the moonlight before snapping, falling softly across her chin.

They lay sideways on the fur bed, facing each other, their chests heaving in synchronized, heavy gasps.

Their hot breaths mingled in the cool night air, washing over each other’s faces. Sol’s glowing neon-crimson eyes locked squarely with her milky white eyes... eyes that, seemed to see directly into the darkest, most feral corners of his soul.

Zephyra let out a slow, shuddering exhale, her fingers lightly tracing the strong, sharp line of his jawline.

"I really missed you," Zephyra complained softly, her hoarse voice carrying a sweet, romantic pouting tone that was utterly uncharacteristic of her usual mystic composure. "I’ve been waiting for you in this quiet grove for days... but you, you heartless brute, seemed to have forgotten all about me."

Sol let out a low, raspy laugh, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "How could I ever forget a great beauty like you? Hmm? I’d have to be blind and brainless."

He shifted closer, his voice dropping into an equally hoarse, sultry rumble against her skin. "I was just busy dealing with the aftermath of the war, organizing the territories, and keeping things running."

Zephyra scrunched up her nose cutely, letting out a soft, doubtful huff.

"Yeah, yeah... busy," she muttered, a distinctly sour, jealous tone lacing her voice as she remembered the sight of him exiting the Great Lodge at such an ungodly hour. "Busy fooling around with Veylara in her private chambers, you mean."

Hearing her direct, sharp accusation... and the unmistakable prickle of female jealousy hidden behind it... Sol couldn’t help the amused, crooked grin that spread across his face.

"It’s not like I was fooling around with her all the time," Sol reasoned smoothly, his thumb lightly stroking her cheek. "I swear on my blade, tonight was literally the first time I went to her lodge since the breakthrough night at the pool."

Zephyra merely let out another dramatic, unimpressed humph, deliberately turning her face away from him toward the open window, as if to make a grand show of being deeply offended and angry with him.

Sol’s grin broadened. He didn’t offer a long, tedious explanation.

Instead, he moved his heavy frame directly behind her, wrapping his thick, sun-bronzed arms around her waist from behind and pulling her back firmly against his broad chest.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder, while his lower body pressed flush against her mature, rounded bottom.

His rock-hard, throbbing cock, still fully erect beneath his dark trousers, slid effortlessly into the deep, warm cleft between her ass cheeks, grinding familiarly against her heat.

"But aren’t I right here now?" Sol whispered directly into her ear, his lips brushing against her soft skin with every word. "My entire self is completely at your service tonight, Shaman. I’ll make sure to make up for the past few days... and leave you thoroughly, completely satisfied."

He didn’t just speak; he sealed his promise with action.

Sol leaned his head in, taking her soft, delicate earlobe between his lips, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive cartilage while his hips gave a slow, deliberate thrust forward... pushing his hard erect cock deeper into the hidden, warm crease between her thighs.

AHNN...

The combination of his scalding breath against her ear, his mouth biting her lobe, and his thick, stone-hard length grinding directly against her pussy folds completely shattered Zephyra’s mock-jealous act in a single, devastating heartbeat.

A long, shuddering moan escaped her throat, her head falling back against his shoulder as a wave of intense, liquid heat flooded between her legs.

Hearing that soft, breathless moan, Sol knew the time for talk was over. It was time to get to work.

His broad, calloused hands slid up from her waist, slipping beneath the loose, white linen of her shamanic robes.

He reached up and captured both of her generous, heavy breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the plush, mature softness of her flesh.

"Sol... ah...!" Zephyra gasped, her back arching into his chest as his hands began to move on her breasts roughly.

A/N: Happy Halloween (I’ll be waiting for my treats ^_^ )