Aiden hovered above Selvara, his white hair a halo in the dim light of the chamber. His blue eyes, usually sharp and commanding, softened as they traced the elegant curve of her obsidian horns, the intricate tattoos that danced across her forehead and cheeks.
Her pale skin, luminous even in sleep, seed to invite his touch. He noted the gentle rise and fall of her huge breasts beneath the thin sheet, the generous swell of her hips.
Her dark, powerful wings, usually spread wide, now lay folded, a protective cloak around her. He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips.
A soft brush, a feather-light touch. Her white eyes fluttered open, slit pupils slowly adjusting to the dimness.
"Now you rember ?" Her voice, a low rumble, held a hint of playful challenge.
He cupped her cheeks, his thumbs stroking the cool, smooth skin. "I always rember you. Even ti didn’t stop from rembering you."
"You’re so cheesy." A faint smile played on her lips, her fangs just barely visible.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You say the exact thing as Zerra."
"Because you are." She pulled a face, but her eyes twinkled.
He smirked, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies brushed. The warmth of her skin seeped into him.
She took a sharp, indrawn breath, her eyes locking onto his. "Just fuck already. I can’t wait anymore."
His smile widened, a predatory gleam entering his blue eyes.
He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Her mouth opened eagerly, receiving his tongue, a soft moan escaping her throat as their tongues t, danced, and tangled.
The kiss deepened, becoming a fierce exploration, a rediscovery.
He tasted her, a sweet, dark wine on his tongue, and she reciprocated with equal fervor, sucking gently on his tongue, drawing him further into her.
His hands moved with practiced ease, untying the delicate ribbons of her silk gown.
The fabric slid away, pooling around her hips, revealing the full glory of her body.
Her huge breasts, pale and firm, rose before him, their dark nipples already puckered and eager.
He broke the kiss, a soft pop echoing in the quiet room, and lowered his head, his mouth finding one engorged nipple.
He suckled deeply, a primal sound of satisfaction tearing from her throat.
His other hand went to work on the other nipple, pinching, squeezing, twisting the delicate flesh between his fingers.
"A-aah... My Lord... yes..." Her hips began to writhe beneath him, a slow, sensual grind.
He continued his ministrations, alternating between the two, drawing out her pleasure.
He felt her body tense, a shiver running through her.
He tasted her skin, the subtle scent of her arousal, a musky sweetness that drove him wild.
Her hands tangled in his white hair, pulling gently, urging him on.
"Please... more..." Her voice was a breathless whisper.
He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers.
He moved down, positioning himself at her entrance, his hard cock pressing against her slick, wet folds.
The soft, rhythmic shlicking sound of his cock brushing against her clit was an intoxicating promise.
"Are you ready for , Selva?" His voice was a low growl.
"Always..." She arched her back, inviting him.
He pushed, slowly, deliberately. A gasp tore from her lips as the head of his cock breached her, stretching her tight opening.
He felt the soft resistance, the eager embrace of her flesh. He pushed again, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried within her, a deep, satisfying thud as his balls slapped against her plump mound.
"Oh... My Lord..." Her breath hitched, a mixture of pain and profound pleasure.
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, each thrust a deliberate invasion.
Her hips t his, rising to et his every stroke, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The bed creaked a steady rhythm, mirroring their escalating passion.
"Fuck... yes... like that..." She moaned, her voice raw with desire.
The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room – the wet, squelching sounds of flesh eting flesh, the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass, her gasps, his low grunts.
He watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open, a silent scream of ecstasy.
He leaned down, catching her lips again, his tongue mirroring the thrusts of his cock, swirling and teasing.
"Harder, My Lord... harder!" She cried out, her voice cracking.
He obeyed, his pace quickening, his thrusts deeper, more urgent.
He felt her internal muscles clench around him, milking him, driving him closer to the edge.
Her body trembled, a delicious tremor that spread through her entire fra. He felt a hot wave building within her, a rising tide of pleasure.
"A-aah! I’m... I’m coming!" Her back arched, her body going rigid.
A guttural cry tore from her as she convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching and releasing, a torrent of pleasure washing over her.
He felt her wetness increase, a hot gush against his cock. She collapsed back onto the bed, breathless, spent.
He didn’t pull out. Instead, he flipped her onto all fours, her huge ass rising invitingly before him, his cock still deeply embedded within her.
Her wings, now disheveled, brushed against his chest.
*Smack!*
He slapped her ass cheek, a sharp, stinging sound that echoed in the room. Her body jolted.
He then pressed his thumb against her asshole, tracing the tight ring.
"Mmmph..." A deep moan rumbled from her, her hips instinctively pushing back against his hand.
"Go harder, My Lord... harder!" Her voice was thick with renewed desire, a desperate plea.
He pulled his thumb away, his cock still inside her pussy, and slapped her other ass cheek.
*Smack!*
He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear.
"You want harder, my demoness?" His voice was a low, seductive growl.
"Yes... please... everything..." Her body was a quivering ss of anticipation.
He began to thrust again, a relentless rhythm, deeper and more powerful than before.
He felt her pussy clench around him, still slick and hot. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, driving himself into her with primal force.
The bed groaned under their combined weight.
"A-aah! Oh, My Lord!" Her cries beca more frequent, more desperate.
He felt his own climax building, a searing heat pooling in his groin.
Her body was a symphony of sensation around him, her internal muscles contracting, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He leaned down, biting gently on the soft flesh of her shoulder, tasting her skin.
"You’re so good, Selva," He rasped, his voice strained with effort.
"You too... you too..." Her voice was barely a whisper.
With a final, powerful thrust, he poured himself into her, a hot, milky gush filling her womb.
A simultaneous cry tore from both of them, a shared climax that left them both trembling and breathless.
He collapsed onto her back, his body heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She lay still for a mont, her body spent, her breathing slowly evening out.
He felt her muscles relax around him, the warmth of her pussy still holding him tight.
Just as she began to think he was done, he slowly, deliberately, pulled out of her, the wet, sucking sound echoing in the quiet room.
She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further. But then, she felt a different pressure, a firm, insistent nudge against her asshole.
Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise.
"My Lord... no..." Her voice was a startled whisper.
He didn’t answer, instead, he pressed forward, the head of his cock nudging her tight opening.
He felt the slight resistance, the unfamiliar tightness. With a single, determined push, he plunged into her, all the way in.
"A-AAAHHH!" A piercing cry tore from her lips, a mixture of shock and pain.
Her body stiffened, her hands grabbing the sheets, knuckles white.
It was her first ti, and the sensation was overwhelming.
He growled, a deep, primal sound of satisfaction. "So tight, my demoness. So incredibly tight."
He felt her anal muscles clench around him, a velvety vise that threatened to steal his breath.
"It hurts... a little..." Her voice was a choked sob, but even through the pain, a hint of pleasure began to bloom.
He began to move, slowly at first, allowing her body to adjust, to stretch around him.
He felt her inner muscles relax, then clench, then relax again.
He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her ear.
"You’re doing so well, my brave demoness," he praised, his voice a low, soothing murmur.
"M-mmph... don’t stop..." Her hips began to move, a tentative sway, urging him deeper.
He increased his pace, each thrust a deep, satisfying stretch.
The sounds of their lovemaking changed, becoming a deeper, more resonant thud.
Her moans, initially laced with pain, transford into cries of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He felt her body tremble again, a new wave building within her.
"A-aah! Oh! My Lord! I’m going to... to..." Her voice trailed off, lost in a guttural scream.
He matched her pace, his own climax building rapidly, a firestorm in his loins.
He watched her body convulse, her wings fluttering wildly, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
He pushed one last, powerful ti, emptying himself into her tight, welcoming depths.
A shared groan, a release that shook their very souls.
They both collapsed, spent and sated, their bodies intertwined, their breaths slowly evening out.
He pulled out of her, the wet, squelching sound a final punctuation mark to their intense coupling.
He gently turned her over, cradling her against his chest.
Her white hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes half-closed, heavy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
He kissed her forehead, a soft, tender gesture.
"Sleep, my love," He whispered, his voice hoarse.
She nodded, her eyes closing completely, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
He watched her for a mont, admiring her serene beauty, before carefully disentangling himself.
He turned his gaze to Lysandra, a soft smile gracing his lips.
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END OF Chapter : 171 : SELVARA’S FIRST ANAL!
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