Chapter 162: Teasing the Most Beautiful Woman 18+
His cock pressed hot and heavy against her soaked entrance, the thick head nudging between her glistening folds. Her body parted slightly around him, soft and slick, as if trying to draw him inside on its own. Yet Max did not push forward. Not yet. He took his time, savoring the moment, savoring her. He dragged the swollen head slowly along her slit, coating himself in her arousal while the blunt tip brushed over her sensitive clit again and again.
He had learned from his past. He was no longer the inexperienced man he once had been. He understood the importance of patience, of making her body beg for him before giving her what she wanted. Even with how wet she had become, he could still feel how incredibly tight she was. Her body needed to be opened slowly, carefully, if he wanted her to take all of him without pain.
He leaned in and breathed her in, the wild, floral scent of her hair, the sweet warmth of her neck. His lips brushed her skin in a trail of soft, lingering kisses before he opened his mouth and sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below her ear.
"Let me mark you," he whispered, voice low and rough against her skin.
Saelunith trembled violently in his arms. A soft, helpless moan slipped from her lips the moment his mouth sealed over her neck. He sucked harder, drawing the tender flesh between his teeth, leaving a dark, blooming mark that would remain visible for all to see. Her body arched against him.
Her fingers slid up the back of his neck, threading into his hair, then down again to trace the line of his jaw and the curve of his cheek, as if she needed to touch every part of him she could reach.
She had never known anything like this. The sensations were overwhelming, impossible to name, yet her body moved on pure instinct. Her hips rolled forward in small, needy circles, rubbing her entrance against the head of his cock as if silently pleading for more.
Another broken moan escaped her when he sucked harder on her neck, the sound sweet and desperate. Fresh wetness spilled from her, coating the thick length pressed against her.
For the first time in her endless existence, Saelunith felt truly alive in her body. Not as a spirit of the forest, but as a woman. A woman who craved. A woman who wanted to be taken, marked, and claimed so thoroughly that nothing of her old self would remain untouched.
Her hands continued their restless exploration, sliding through his hair, gripping his shoulders, then returning to his face as she turned her head to seek his mouth again, desperate for another taste of him while he painted her neck with his claim.
Max kept her there, balanced on the very edge of what she needed most. He rocked his hips in slow, deliberate strokes, dragging his cock through her soaked folds with enough pressure to make her tremble, but not enough to finally enter her.
Each pass spread her wider around him, coating his length in warm, silky arousal until he glistened with it. Every so often, he let the very tip press barely inside her, just enough for her tight entrance to flutter around him before he withdrew again.
The wet, obscene sound of her slickness filled the space between them with every slow drag.
Saelunith whimpered into his mouth when he finally gave her the kiss she was reaching for. Her lips parted eagerly, tongue meeting his in a messy, desperate dance. She tasted like honey and crushed petals, and the soft, broken sounds she made only grew louder the longer he teased her.
Her hips moved in small, instinctive circles, grinding against him whenever he slid upward, chasing every spark of pleasure his restraint allowed her to taste.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth lower, lips and tongue gliding down the elegant line of her throat to the delicate hollow at its base.
There he sucked again, harder this time, pulling the tender skin between his teeth until another dark mark bloomed beneath his mouth. Saelunith’s head fell back with a long, trembling moan. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him to her neck as her body arched and shivered.
Max groaned against her skin, the sound low and rough with his own restraint. He could feel how ready she was, how her body wept for him, yet he refused to rush. He wanted her aching, trembling, and desperate with every part of herself before he finally gave her what she craved.
His free hand slid up her side, pushing the living vines aside to cup one full breast. His thumb brushed over her stiff nipple in slow circles before he pinched it gently, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers while his cock continued its torturous glide between her thighs.
Around them, the watching spirits had grown utterly still, yet the air between them hummed with tension. Soft, involuntary sounds escaped more than one pair of lips. Hands curled into fists against the earth.
They could see everything, the way their sister’s body trembled, the glistening wetness coating their master’s cock, the dark marks he was leaving on her pale skin. Envy and raw desire burned in every gaze, but none of them moved. They could only watch, ache, and wait for their turn to be opened and claimed in the same way.
Saelunith’s breathing had turned ragged. Every slow rub against her clit sent sparks of pleasure racing up her spine, and every near-breach made her body tighten with helpless need. She had never known such hunger. It was overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity, yet she could not stop herself from chasing it. Her hips tried to roll harder, to force him deeper, but Max’s hand on her waist held her steady, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
He lifted his head from her neck and looked into her eyes, his own dark with lust and control.
"You feel how wet you are for me?" he murmured, voice thick. "How your body is dripping all over my cock, begging to be filled?"
She could only moan in answer, soft and broken, as another slow, deliberate stroke dragged the head of his cock over her entrance and up to her clit once more. Her thighs shook. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. And still he did not push inside. He simply kept her there, suspended in exquisite torment, while the ancient forest and every spirit present bore witness to her awakening.
