Chapter 594: Bonus - 62: Gold god and Pink Girl: We will Never Forsake You

Warm open-mouthed kisses marked the side of her neck, each one held long enough to feel the flutter of her pulse beneath the skin.

Benjamin paused at the place where her throat met her shoulder, breathing against the sensitive skin, then continued lower—across the delicate hollow at the base of her throat, then down the center of her chest where the near-transparent fabric of the gown still covered her

His fingers found the edge of the material and drew it downward with unhurried care. The gown yielded easily, slipping past her shoulders and over the small swell of her breasts until it pooled loosely at her waist.

What it revealed was small and perfect in its delicacy—two very modest peaks that rose and fell with every quiet breath she took.

The skin there was light and fine, almost luminous in the low light of the room. At their centers the nipples stood already perked, pink and pointy, the tips finely textured with tiny ridges that caught the faint residual glow from the window.

The areolas surrounding them were a softer rose, tightening further under the cool air and the heat of his gaze.

When he exhaled slowly across one peak it tightened even more, becoming sharper and more insistent, the color deepening by a single shade as blood rose to the surface.

The other followed suit a moment later, both nipples standing prominently, sensitive and awaiting attention.

He worshipped them first with his eyes, taking in every small detail—the way the left tip was slightly more peaked than the right, the faint sheen of moisture already gathering at the very centers from the air.

Only after that did his hands rise. The pads of his thumbs brushed once across each peaked tip, feeling the immediate answering firmness, the way the flesh tightened further under even that light contact.

He circled them slowly, teasing the ridges, watching the way her chest rose a fraction higher with each pass.

Then he lowered his head.

His mouth closed over the left nipple with deliberate softness at first. His lips sealed around the sensitive point while his tongue stroked a slow, wet circle across it, mapping the texture.

He sucked gently, drawing the small peak into the heat of his mouth, then increased the pressure by degrees until he was pulling the tip deeper, the wet sound of suction soft but unmistakable in the quiet room.

At the same time his other hand found the right nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger with careful, rhythmic pressure—pinching just enough to make the flesh tighten and flush darker, then releasing and rolling again, repeating the motion in a steady torment that matched the rhythm of his mouth.

The dual stimulation—hot wet suction on one side, firm rolling pinches on the other—sent clear signals through her body.

Vaelora moaned only a little. The sound was low, somewhat restrained, more a soft exhalation than a full cry.

Suddenly, her blush reduced on her cheeks, delicate and limited, though her expression remained largely composed, almost emotionless, as though the pleasure reached her through a thin, polite veil.

Benjamin continued without pause. He licked broad wet strokes across the captured nipple, flattening his tongue against it before sucking again, harder this time, the soft wet sounds of his mouth filling the space between them.

His fingers never stopped working the other peak—pinch, roll, release, and pinch again—keeping both of her small breasts equally attended and sensitive.

After a time Vaelora’s golden eyes softened. The faint glow within them seemed warmer.

She smiled—the expression nearly maternal and fond rather than purely heated—and lifted one hand to ruffle his light-brown hair with gentle fingers.

The touch was tender and soothing, even as his mouth remained busy at her chest and his fingers continued their deliberate work.

"Master... I will never forsake you... ever," she whispered in a hushed tone, the words quiet enough that they might have been meant only for the space between them.

Benjamin heard every syllable clearly, but he chose to act as if he had not.

He simply kept his mouth where it was, sucking, licking, teasing the sensitive peak, letting the declaration settle unanswered while his hand continued rolling and pinching its twin.

Then she turned the tables.

With surprising power and sudden clear intent she shifted beneath him, guiding him onto his back against the mattress.

She lowered her head without hesitation and took one of his nipples into her mouth with the same focused care he had shown hers.

Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, wet and warm, tracing the small peak before she sucked with growing confidence, drawing the sensitive flesh between her lips and pulling gently.

The sensation shot straight down his spine, sharp and unexpected. One of her hands slid lower at the same time, slipping past the waistband of his pants to wrap around the already hardening length of his cock.

She stroked him through the confined space, palm warm and certain, while her other arm supported her weight against his side.

She continued to work his chest with her mouth—licking broad strokes, sucking with increasing purpose, occasionally grazing the very edge of the nipple with the lightest touch of her teeth—while her hand inside his pants moved with steady rhythm, feeling him thicken and lengthen against her palm.

Her golden eyes eventually left his face and traveled downward.

She released his nipple only long enough to use both hands to tug the dark fabric of his pants down and fully off.

His cock sprang free, already growing harder under her attention, the form warm and heavy in the cooler air of the room.

She settled between his thighs, looking up at him with that same soft, delighted tilt of her head, golden eyes luminous.

"Geez, I’m the one supposed to be pleasing you," Benjamin said, voice already a little dazed, his blue eyes clouding with rising heat.

"Hush... I will take care of master myself," she answered, smiling, the words gentle but firm.