Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 38 Part 2

“Floria, do you know how pearls are harvested?”

Unable to speak, Floria shook her head. Zanarf’s hand reached her inner thigh, his thumb brushing against her core. She gasped and shuddered at the thought of what he was about to do to her.

“They’re found inside tightly closed shells. Just like this…”

“Ah!”

Zanarf used his thumb to part her delicate folds, exposing her sensitive bud. She was already soaking wet.

“Ahhn!”

“There it is. A beautiful pink pearl, shining and wet. The most beautiful pearl in the world.”

“Ah… ngh…”

His hot breath brushed against her most intimate place, and her body shuddered with anticipation.

Even though she was exposed in such a lewd position, the anticipation of pleasure far outweighed any sense of shame.

Her body, now accustomed to Zanarf’s touch, had learned to crave pleasure, and now it yearned for the sensation of his tongue teasing her relentlessly. The thought of it made her core throb with heat.

“Good girl, Ria. Keep holding your dress like that.”

Zanarf’s long tongue extended, and Floria couldn’t bear to watch this lewd sight unfold; she closed her eyes tightly, but that only made it worse.

She could feel every movement of his tongue, the rough surface lapping at her slick folds, teasing her mercilessly.

“Ah… ngh… ahhn…”

The heat of his tongue against her sensitive flesh was overwhelming. If Zanarf weren’t holding her hips, she would have collapsed.

“Mph… ngh… ah…”

“Ah, so sweet and soft… This is the best reward.”

His tongue traced the delicate skin of her inner thigh, like a butterfly’s kiss against a flower petal. It moved with a slick, teasing rhythm, savoring every fold and crevice. Waves of sweet pleasure wash over her, the sensation so intense she feels as if she’s floating. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“Floria,” Zanarf murmured, his voice a low rumble against her skin, thick with desire. “How does this feel? Tell me, does it feel good?”

“Ah… ngh… it feels… good…”

—Ah, it’s too much.

Shivers traced a path down her spine as his tongue circled a sensitive nub, sending electric sparks of pleasure radiating outwards. A delicious ache pulsed deep inside her, a sweet, throbbing need that grew with each passing moment. Floria clutched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles white, desperately trying to hold back a moan that threatened to escape from her throat.

If he kept teasing her like this, she would surely die from the overwhelming pleasure.

He knew precisely what she liked, where her most sensitive points lay hidden, yet he deliberately avoided them, lavishing attention on the surrounding flesh, driving her slowly, deliberately mad with anticipation.

He traced the delicate curves of her petals, his touch light as a feather yet burning like fire. A whimper escaped her lips, a soft plea for release, for the direct touch she so desperately craved, her tears spilling over as she begged for more.

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