Chapter 184: Do It Inside

Elias pushed his tongue forward without hesitation, sliding it past the soft folds of Natasha’s entrance.

The sudden intrusion made her body jolt, her hands tightening in his hair as a tremor ran through her thick thighs.

He licked deeper, tasting the slick heat that greeted him, rolling his tongue in slow, deliberate circles before thrusting it in and out with growing hunger.

The wet sounds filled the bath once more, mixing with the soft drip of water from her skin.

Natasha’s golden eyes fluttered half-shut. Her lips parted soundlessly.

Her chocolaty flesh quivered under the pressure of his mouth.

Elias drank her in, sucking gently at her clit between deeper strokes of his tongue, his hands gripping the plump cheeks of her ass to keep her steady.

Minutes stretched as he refused to rush, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot until her legs shook harder and her grip on his crimson hair became almost too tight.

[We should go to our room,] she suggested, breathing heavily.

Elias halted and looked up at her. His tongue still rested against her entrance, and his hot breath brushed against her dripping folds.

He sighed and said after a moment, [Stella is sleeping there, and the wall has a wide hole in it.]

Natasha’s brows drew together in a faint frown.

He rose to his feet, Natasha’s pussy water dripping from his chin, and pulled her into an embrace.

Her big, round breasts pressed against his chest while her stiff, dark nipples poked him like tiny daggers.

[We can continue here... if you want to.]

A smile curved her lips, and she sent a thought to his mind through the connection.

[Of course I want to...]

The smile soon faded into a small frown, and she added, [But I wished for my first time to be in our bedroom.]

[I see...] Elias murmured in her mind.

Both of them glanced down. His cock stood rigid between them and pressed against the soft curve of her abdomen, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Heat radiated from it, and Natasha’s gaze lingered a moment longer before she lifted her eyes again.

[How do we continue?] she asked without a hint of embarrassment.

[Wait,] he replied as he stepped away and walked to the wooden bucket that held the towels.

He placed his hand inside it as though taking one out; however, it was just an act so he could pull out another of the three exquisite robes.

This one was silver with a deep purple border.

The fabric caught the torchlight and threw soft reflections across the wooden floor.

He returned to her and spread the robe carefully onto the floor, smoothing it flat like a carpet.

[On that?] Natasha asked after blinking twice.

He simply nodded.

She stared at the shimmering cloth, then at his hard, throbbing cock, which was pointed toward her.

She took a quiet gulp, and without another word, she lowered herself onto the robe, settling onto her back as though she were a grand feast laid out on a silver platter.

The cool fabric contrasted with her warm skin.

Elias’s heart pounded loudly against his ribs as he watched her.

’What a beautiful sight... I need to learn how to paint.’

He lowered himself beside her, then shifted lower still until he knelt between her legs.

He gently pushed her thighs apart, revealing the glistening folds he had just tasted.

Natasha smiled up at him, not a hint of embarrassment in her golden eyes.

He moved over her and placed his throbbing cock against the soft plane of her abdomen so she could feel its weight and heat.

His hands settled on either side of her head. For a long moment, they simply stared into each other’s eyes. Then they leaned in together, their lips meeting in a deep, slow kiss.

Their tongues slid and tangled, the wet sound spreading through the quiet bath.

While their mouths remained locked, Elias shifted his hips and guided the blunt head of his cock downward with his hand until it nestled against her entrance.

Once he felt the heat coming from her folds, he carefully pushed forward.

Natasha trembled, and her eyes widened as the head of his cock entered her wet cave, yet a smile stayed on her lips as she sent the thought.

[You can continue.]

He nodded and slowly pressed deeper.

’Fucking hell...’ he thought as her tight inner walls closed around his cock like the warmth of a mother’s embrace.

Natasha’s mouth opened wide in a silent gasp, her head arching backward against the silver robe.

Elias nearly lost himself in the pleasure of that first full thrust, the sensation of her body yielding to him.

He gritted his teeth and pushed all the way in until their hips met.

Natasha’s eyes widened further as her pussy stretched to take him.

A flash of pain crossed her face when his cock touched her hymen, then the thin barrier gave way under the pressure, and a single tear gathered at the corner of one golden eye.

Elias froze and took a deep, shaky breath.

[Are you alright? Does it hurt?]

She smiled weakly and mumbled with a soft, trusting look on her face.

[Continue moving... but slowly...]

He nodded and remarked inwardly, ’Be slow and careful, Elias. You do not want to hurt her.’

He carefully withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside her, then gently pushed forward again.

Natasha gripped the robe, and Elias gazed at her face as he settled into a rhythm.

The silver robe shifted beneath them with every careful thrust.

Natasha’s hands rose to rest on his shoulders, and her fingers curled to hold onto him.

Her lips stayed parted, but no sound came out.

The only way for him to understand her was to feel her trembling body, which was slowly becoming more relaxed.

Gradually, the pain faded from her expression, and she said, [Go faster...]

Elias kept the pace slow at first, then he smiled and gradually increased it, thrusting faster and deeper.

He continued to move deeper with each thrust, and finally, the head of his cock kissed her womb.

Natasha squirmed beneath him, her face twisted with pleasure.

"Haah..." His eyes shone with lust as his hands left the robe and found her breasts.

He cupped her heavy, chocolaty boobs and brushed her stiffened peaks with his thumbs.

Natasha breathed heavily as each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body.

Her plump hips rippled, and her boobs bounced up and down with each thrust.

’Gorgeous...’ he remarked inwardly as he leaned down and kissed her again.

The rhythm built. Each thrust grew a fraction longer, a fraction firmer.

The wet sound of their joining filled the bath. Natasha’s thick thighs rose and locked loosely around his waist, her heels pressing against the backs of his legs.

Her heavy eyes stayed on his face as a euphoric smile appeared.

Elias felt the heat coiling low in his gut, the tight pull of her body urging him onward. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then the line of her jaw, never breaking the steady movement of his hips.

Minutes blurred. The torchlight flickered across their joined bodies, highlighting the contrast between his lighter skin and her rich brown skin.

Sweat beaded along his spine.

Natasha’s hands slid down his back, her nails tracing light paths that made him shudder.

She tightened her folds around his cock to take over the control she had lost in pleasure.

"Ugh! Not so easy," Elias groaned and sped up.

Her breasts bounced wildly with each motion. He caught one nipple between his lips and sucked, drawing a silent shiver from her.

Suddenly, Elias felt his cock swell inside her, the pressure building until his breath came in short, ragged bursts against her skin.

Natasha sensed it and tightened her legs around his waist to hold him in place.

A moment later, she mumbled in his head, [Do it inside.]

His eyes trembled, and a low, broken sound escaped his throat as release crashed through him.

Thick threads of cum pulsed from him in long, powerful spurts, flooding her womb until he could feel the heat of it seeping around his shaft. He kept thrusting shallowly through the climax, emptying everything he had into her.

When the last tremor faded, he collapsed forward, chest to chest, his face buried against the soft curve of her neck. His cock remained buried inside her, still twitching with aftershocks.

Natasha’s arms came around him. One hand rose and began to pat the back of his head in slow, soothing strokes.

A faint smile played on her lips.

[You did great,] she said.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he mumbled, [I am not even tired. Want to do it again?]

Her smile vanished, and she glared down at him before mumbling, [No, my whole body is trembling.]

He chuckled lightly and said, [I was just kidding...]

[Good.] A sweet smile returned to her face, and she brushed his crimson hair.

For the next few minutes, the two of them continued lying together.

Elias’s cock became soft inside her folds, which were now stained with his cum. As he pulled it out, some of it dripped from her entrance.

Seeing that, a proud, joyous look appeared on his face.

[If only I knew how to paint, I would have painted this,] he said.

Natasha chuckled inwardly and responded, [Why would you do that when you have me to recreate it?]

A thoughtful look appeared on his face, and he said, [I do not know... I just feel like you are far too gorgeous not to be painted.]

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and she looked away. [I-Is that so?]

He rubbed his chin in thought, which looked quite comical as he was completely naked.

[I heard the East is known for its art. I will find someone to teach me there,] he said.

For a moment, Natasha’s expression darkened, and she said, [I do not like the East.]

He frowned. [Are you not from the East?]

[I am,] she answered as she sat up. Her expression turned somber, and her lips fell into a deep frown before she added, [I just do not have any good memories of that place.]

’A bad past, huh...’ Elias’s brows knitted together, and he said, [Other than that, the only place we can go to is the Ruler’s Cradle.]

The next few seconds passed in silence, and then Natasha said, [Let’s clean ourselves and leave the bath.]

Elias nodded.

He rose to his feet and offered her a hand. Natasha took it and stood.

He slowly guided her back to the tub and helped her settle onto the wooden stool. Then he picked up the wet cloth and began to gently clean her.

Starting at her shoulders, he wiped away the thin sheen of sweat and the faint traces of their joining.

The cloth moved in slow circles over her collarbones, then down across the full curve of each breast.

He cleaned her dark nipples with careful strokes until the stiffness left them.

Natasha kept her eyes closed as he worked on her body.

He moved to her lower body and cleaned it just as gently and expertly.

After a few minutes, Natasha was all cleaned up, and the two switched positions.

Elias now sat on the stool while Natasha cleaned him.

Her hand moved across his abs, and she commented, [They seem much more prominent than before.]

He nodded and explained, [It is because I awakened my Aura.]

[Ah, I see,] she replied, returning to cleaning his body. But suddenly, her hand froze, and her eyes widened.

[You did what?] she asked in a surprised tone.

However, his attention had already shifted to the orange system screens floating before his face.

[Ding!]

[Affection Rate is increasing!]

[Natasha Sephila’s Affection Rate: 46]

’Forty-six...’ His heart hammered inside his chest.

[The host can now inspect Natasha Sephila’s...