Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 27
When Zanarf’s thick, large fingertip traced the sensitive inner mu*osa, her va*1nal walls contracted tightly.
Although it was frightening, the unexpected gentleness of the exploration brought a surprising pl3asure. Each thrust sent waves of warmth coursing through her, intensifying with every movement. The clear nectar spilled forth uncontrollably, dripping down onto the constricted area at the back and pooling on the sheets below, creating a shimmering trail that mirrored her rising sensations.
The contrast between fear and pl3asure left her in a state of dizzying confusion, yet she found herself yearning for more.
Was Zanarf’s behavior so depraved simply because he was a barbarian?
“Does it feel good?”
Even though she wanted to deny it, she found herself unable to.
She couldn’t help but let out a sweet, breathy voice as the nectar trickled down her.
“Ahh… mmm…”
“Such a cute, tight little h0le. See? You’re starting to open up nicely.”
Before she knew it, more f1ngers were added, twisting and pushing inside. The honey wall joyfully wrapped around them, tightening enough to clearly outline the shape of Zanarf’s fingers.
“With you clinging so tightly, it seems you’re eager for more, aren’t you?”
Zanarf narrowed his eyes, looking down at Floria before suddenly withdrawing his fingers.
In that instant, her body relaxed, and the faint remnants of her rationality sighed in relief.
—Yet, despite that…
Zanarf began to loosen the waist ties of his trousers. Bathed in the faint moonlight, his muscular physique appeared strong, shimmering under the flickering candle flames with a deep, rich hue.
His robust body exuded a distinctly masculine allure, and his broad shoulders formed a striking inverse triangle that was captivating. On his thick chest, slightly lighter-colored ni*ples stood out, causing Floria’s heart to race.
His muscles that were now exposed, were strong yet firm as if they were ones of a stone sculpture, creating a stunning form. A tattoo that resembled a guardian deity seemed to spread like wings from his back, captivating Floria with its divine beauty.
—He resembled a blue heron.
He might truly be the embodiment of that majestic bird. His presence was regal, exuding an innate strength that set him apart, as if he were born to stand alone, untouched by others.
As she gazed at him fondly, Zanarf lowered his trousers and slowly removed them.
Then, she caught sight of something fearsome rising just below his lower abd0men, and her heart sank.
Floria, too, had been given a bedchamber lesson by the lady-in-waiting for her wedding night with Franz. She learned that men had a long organ, distinct in shape from a woman’s anatomy. It was explained to her that this member would deliver their s3ed into her belly, marking a profound and int1mate connection. The knowledge both intrigued and unsettled her, as she pondered what the experience would truly entail.
The size of a man’s member varied from person to person. However, she had heard rumors that Franz was quite average, suggesting that it would be easy for Floria to accept him.
Yet, despite that knowledge, she couldn’t shake her unease. What if the reality was different from what she had been led to believe?