Secrets of the Azure Sea - Chapter 41 Part 2

“Ah, Floria… I was close to bursting. But when I come, I want to feel you around me..” His voice drops to a heated murmur. “This time take me with your other sweet mouth.”

Her eyes widened.

“M-My other…?”

“Don’t act shy now. Here, str@ddle me. Lower yourself onto me.”

This is the first time she’s ever initiated taking him in.

Trembling, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Zanarf nuzzled her ear, murmuring praise between soft kisses.

“Good girl… Let’s feel good together, okay?”

“Y-Yes…”

Slowly, she lowered herself, his slick c/ck brushing her thigh.

‘So hot… it’s like it’ll burn me.’

Just the thought of taking him ins1de made her core clench.

“That’s it… slowly…”

Zanarf steadied himself at the base, guiding his tip to her dr1pping entr@nce.

The swollen t1p presses against her entrance, parting slick flesh with ease. Her body, already thoroughly prepared by his tongue, yields gradually, swallowing him inch by inch.

“Hah… nn..ah…!”

She clings to him, burying her face in his neck as if his scent alone could anchor her.

Even though she’s grown accustomed to his s1ze, the first str3tch is always overwhelming, a pl3asure so intense it borders on unbearable.

But this time is different.

This time, she has to take him in.

And Zanarf’s co*k isn’t just thick, it’s alive with heat, sending sweet, numbing waves through her with every inch she accepts.

The deeper she sinks, the more her mind threatens to melt. By the time she’s fully seated, she’s certain she’ll lose herself completely.

“…Hah… nngh…”

She can’t go any further.

Overwhelmed, she freezes, her h1ps trembling uncontrollably.

“…What’s wrong? You’ve barely taken half.”

His teasing voice only makes her whimper.

“Zanarf… I c-can’t… Please…”

She clings to him, her voice thick with desperation.

This is her most vulnerable place, the core of her body, as sacred as her heart. The only one allowed to touch it, to claim it, is him.

Wrapping her arms tighter around his neck, she presses a pleading kiss to his skin.

With a slick, probing tongue, Floria met Zanarf’s in a feverish dance, their lips melding in a wet, rhythmic symphony of des1re.

His th1ck, sw0llen t1p remained sheathed halfway inside her dr1pping core as they lost themselves in the devouring heat of their kiss.

Make me yours, Zanarf. Ruin me. Claim me so utterly that no one else could ever steal my heart.

Perhaps it was just a fleeting hunger, a momentary lust born of this carnal union, but Floria couldn’t stop herself from wishing it.

Forever. Carve yourself into me, eternally.