Chapter 754: I’ll Make You Cry

Sol didn’t treat her like fragile glass. He kneaded the large, warm softness of her breasts with firm, possessive strokes, molding her flesh, rolling her large, swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

He pinched the hard nipples together, applying a sharp, pleasurable pressure that sent electric shivers shooting directly down to her lower belly.

NNNH! AHH!

Zephyra’s moans grew louder, more frantic, her back arching into his chest and her hands reaching back to blindly clutch at his thighs as her hips began to twist against his groin.

While his hands ruthlessly worked her heavy breasts, his mouth left her ear and moved down to the long, elegant expanse of her nape.

He trailed hot, wet kisses along the sensitive line of her neck, his tongue licking away the fine sheen of sweat gathering on her soft skin, biting gently at her skin, marking her with his scent.

Down below, his hips established a relentless rhythm of their own.

Even through the remaining layers of their loose clothes, Sol began dry-humping her soft, rounded ass with chaotic, powerful thrusts.

SLAP. THUD. SLAP.

His thick, throbbing cock... still trapped in his leather trousers... rubbed repeatedly against her clothes already wet by the juices trickling out of her pussy, occasionally sliding forward to grind directly against her wet, swollen pussy lips and her tight ass hole.

The friction was agonizingly delicious. Zephyra continuously let out shuddering gasp and was practically squirming in his arms, her body shivering violently as the rough possessive heat of his touch brought her starved, mature body to a boiling point within minutes.

"Sol... ah... no more teasing... Sol, please..." Zephyra whimpered, her voice turning fluid and breathless as she rubbed her head against his cheek. "The clothes... take off these damn robes..."

Sol let out a low growl against her neck. He didn’t need to be told twice.

"Whatever the mighty Shaman commands."

His hands left her breasts only long enough to seize the loose collar of her white shamanic robes. One sharp pull and the thin linen tore open down the front with a soft, decisive rip.

The fabric fell away from her shoulders, pooling around her elbows before he shoved it the rest of the way off.

Her magnificent, mature breasts spilled free into the cool night air, nipples already dark and stiff from his earlier handling.

He didn’t yet pause to admire them. He hurriedly reached lower, yanked the remaining under-layer down her hips, and kicked the ruined cloth aside.

With the fabric covering her body out of the way, Zephyra’s body was revealed in all its magnificent, mature glory beneath the pale silver moonlight.

Sol’s crimson eyes shone with a lustful glint light as his gaze swept over her body.

Zephyra was a mature woman in the absolute prime of her physical beauty.

Her body carried a richer, softer, and more voluptuous fullness than the athletic, sharp lines of Veylara or the firm, youthful tightness of Kira.

Her shoulders were smooth, her full breasts were exceptionally heavy and plump, spilling over his hands with generous weight, their dark, swollen nipples pointing proudly outward.

Her waist carried a soft, supple curve that flared into wide, breathtaking hips and a thick, rounded bottom that practically demanded a man’s hands to bruise it.

And between her thick, pale thighs, a lush nest of hair was glistening, completely drenched in her hot, translucent female juices that dripped down her inner legs, releasing a heavy, intoxicating musk into the cool room.

"Isn’t it quite arousing that," Sol drawled, his voice thick with unbridled lust as his hands couldn’t resist sliding down to grip her thighs. " Zeyphyra. The revered High Shaman... is sitting naked, soaking the furs before I’ve even touched her properly."

Zephyra didn’t blush or hide her body. She looked at lustful eyes with, her half-lidded milky eyes, her lips parted in a breathless, seductive smile as she felt his hands squeezing her thighs.

"You did this to me, brute," Zephyra rasped, her hand reaching down between them to feel the thick, throbbing bulge locked inside his dark trousers.

Her fingers squeezed his hard cock through the leather, letting out a soft gasp at the sheer, terrifying heat radiating off him. "Now strip off those trousers... and put this monster where it belongs."

Sol didn’t need a second invitation.

He untangled the strings, shoving his trousers down his legs until his thick, rock-hard cock sprang free into the moonlit air. The thick, vein-patterned cock throbbed violently, its broad head weeping a clear bead of pre-cum that glinted in the silver light.

"You were talking about me, but what is this?" She smirked looking at his pre-cum.

"It just means that this little guy is even eager than me to fuck you."

She chuckled at him using the modern joke of calling his cock a little guy.

"Now enough teasing, it’s time for some real action."

Sol’s eyes narrowed with dark amusement as her laughter only grew when she saw his cock twitch.

"Keep laughing," he said, voice low and rough. "Soon this little guy is going to make you cry and shout for more."

Zephyra’s smirk only widened. She tilted her head, milky eyes gleaming with deliberate challenge.

"Last time was an accident," she replied coolly. "I have excellent self-control. No matter what you do tonight, I won’t even let out a whimper... let alone moan or cry."

"Oh those are pretty big words, let’s wait and see I’ll make you cry without even putting it in."

"You can try," she challenged further.

With a gentle push, he tipped her back on bed and knelt between her spread legs and set both hands on the soft insides of her thighs, pushing them wider.

His palms dragged upward, slow, mapping the softness of her flesh, when his thumbs brushed the outer lips of her pussy she twitched, a small, involuntary jerk of her hips.

He ignored the invitation for now. Instead he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the soft skin just above her knee, then higher, open-mouthed and deliberate, tasting the faint salty musky and uniquely her scent.

Seeing him between her legs, Zephyra’s breathing instantly changed.