Chapter 53: Waiting A Thousand Years For This Moment (2) (18+)

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Chapter 53: Waiting A Thousand Years For This Moment (2) (18+) "Happy birthday..." Nathira said as she pulled away. His hands slid possessively up her full thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his breathing turned ragged. "What?" She answered by crashing her mouth back onto his, her kiss hungry and insistent Her arms coiled around his neck like silk ropes, pulling him deeper into the heat between them. When she finally pulled away, she said, "I don’t mean Arthur Arcain’s birthday." She smiled at him, her eyes narrowing like those of a drunk person. "Happy birthday, Beom-seok." Arthur smiled, glanced to his left, then back at her. "Lucky us—there’s a hotel nearby." Nathira bit her lower lip. "I think I’m wet already." ... It didn’t take them more than two minutes to enter the inn and pay for a night. Even the receptionist knew exactly why they came inside and wanted to offer them some rubber, but Nathira offered a polite bow and said: "I want to get pregnant." Arthur couldn’t hear much at that point, and even Nathira, with her supreme senses, couldn’t distinguish anyone they passed. At that moment, only the two of them existed in the vast world. ... The moment the door shut behind them, Arthur pinned her against the bed, his shirt discarded in one rough motion. Nathira’s eyes burned into his, her cheeks flushed fever-bright. Their breathing came in shallow gasps as he crawled on top of her. Her fingers traced slow, maddening circles on his chest before sliding back to fist in his hair. Her tongue teased his, slow, then demanding, twisting in ways that made his cock throb. ’Is this how love kisses feel?’ She sucked the middle of his tongue between her teeth, her hips rolling up to grind against him. ’God, it’s better than I imagined.’ Arthur’s vision blurred. If he had felt this sensation before, maybe he would have known that what he did with Anna was fake. His body was electric—weak with need, yet surging with a feral energy. One hand groped her breast, kneading the soft flesh until her nipple pebbled against his palm. "Ah—!" Her moan spilled into his mouth as her back arched. He didn’t let her pull away. Then after a minute their lips left each other’s, a trail of saliva forming. "Can you remove your clothes?" Arthur asked. He moved away as she sat up and peeled off her clothes, one after another. The fabric slid onto the bed like a discarded veil. Nathira’s face flushed red as she tried to hide herself shyly. "So... what do you think?" Arthur’s face turned red as he took in the sight of her. She had full, inviting breasts, though they weren’t big enough to envelop his face. Her curves were so pronounced, Arthur could mistake her for a character straight out of an erotic novel. "You’re hot." She smiled, but before she could say anything, he fell onto her. His tongue traced around her areola. She let out a soft moan. Just as she was getting used to the sensation, he began sucking her now-hard buds. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" She covered her mouth with her arm, trying to hold in the moan. His tongue swirled around one stiff peak before sucking hard, then he bit into it. Nathira’s thighs clamped around his hips, her nails scoring his back. "A-Arthur! fuck—!". Her voice shattered when he bit down, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure ripped through her. ’So she likes it rough.’ The realization sent a fresh wave of heat straight to his length. He had heard some girls liked it when their partners were a bit rough, but he didn’t know Nathira would be that type. He dragged his mouth lower, his tongue painting a molten trail down her stomach. Her scent flooded his senses, musky, sweet, before he buried his face between her thighs. Her gasp was a broken symphony as his tongue licked a slow, torturous stripe up her slit. "Mmm—!" Her hips jerked, but he held her down, his grip bruising. Like a hungry lion, his tongue explored, lapping up her juices. Nathira trembled, but Arthur held onto her plump thighs firmly, unwilling to let go. "Mmmmmm." "Aaaaaaaaaaaa." Her moans filled the room as Arthur continued to taste her. The heat and flavor from between her thighs were too enticing—he felt like his manhood was about to tear through his pants. She wrapped her thighs tightly around his neck, holding him in place, her fingers gently trailing through his hair. The softness of her thighs engulfed his face as his breathing grew uneven again. Nathira’s moans grew louder as her body twitched, her eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible at times. She kept moaning, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. It felt amazing. Every flick of his tongue drew another cry, her thighs trembling as he devoured her. Her taste was becoming more and more addictive like honey. He groaned against her, lapping up every drop. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arching as pleasure coiled tighter. "I—I can’t—ah!" He didn’t stop. His tongue circled her clit, then plunged inside, fucking her with slow, deep strokes until her thighs quivered. The trembling of her thighs made their tenderness soak into Arthur. ’Damn, I want to do it...’ he thought A flood of warm, sweet nectar gushed over his face. He smiled, licking the liquid from his palms. "It’s s-sweet," he rasped, licking his lips. Nathira was a panting, trembling mess, her chest heaving. "Shut... up... Idiot." she gasped, her voice wrecked He smiled and removed his pants. Nathira’s eyes widened in fear. "Wait... are you going to put all of that in me?" Arthur nodded. "A supreme can take this much." "But it’s a thousand-year-old virginity... won’t it hurt?" Arthur smiled and kissed her forehead. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Her breath hitched as she spread her legs, her fingers parting her glistening folds. "B-Be gentle..." ’Fuck.’ The sight of her, flushed, dripping, begging—nearly made him lose control. He notched himself at her entrance, hissing as her tight heat swallowed just the tip. "Fuck—!" Nathira’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body clamping around him like a vise. Arthur gritted his teeth, his demonic blood roaring as he pushed deeper, her walls stretching to take every inch. Her scream was raw, her back arching as he bottomed out—her virginity yielding in a single, searing thrust. It was so intense that he had to cast a sound barrier around the room and immediately activated his demonic dragon bloodline. As if thinking the same thing, she activated her dragon bloodline, subtle scales covered them, and a single horn formed on their foreheads. They needed as much stamina as possible to keep up with each other. ─── ✦ End of Chapter ✦ ───

Chapter 53: Waiting A Thousand Years For This Moment (2) (18+)

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