Chapter 140: TUNA continues

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Chapter 140: TUNA continues Eren held Luna, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her body suspended as he lowered his head. His eyes fixed on her glistening pussy, swollen and ready. The scent of her arousal filled his senses, a potent invitation. "You are naughty, Veilwalker," Luna whispered, her voice husky, a playful challenge in her tone. He didn’t respond with words, only with action. His tongue, hot and eager, flicked out, tracing the swollen lips of her pussy. Luna gasped, her body stiffening in his arms before melting against him. He felt her inner muscles clench, already responding. He pulled her closer, his face buried between her legs. He began to lick, slowly at first, tasting her, savoring the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal. His tongue danced over her clit, a feather-light touch, then circled it, teasing, tormenting. Luna’s moans started low, guttural sounds of pure pleasure that vibrated against his ears. "Ohh... Eren... yes... don’t... stop," she pleaded, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer, urging him deeper into her wetness. He moved his tongue in long, sweeping strokes, from her clit to her opening, then back again, exploring every inch of her. He varied the pressure, sometimes soft and teasing, other times firm and insistent, making her whimper with anticipation. He felt her wetness pouring out, coating his face, slick and hot. He began to suck, gently at first, taking her clit into his mouth, applying a soft, rhythmic pressure. Luna cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that echoed in the chamber. She arched her back, her hips bucking against his face, desperate for more. "Ahhh! Oh, gods! Luna!" she screamed, her voice breaking with pleasure. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him in even closer, grinding her pussy against his mouth. He continued his relentless assault, his tongue flicking, swirling, sucking, driving her higher and higher. He heard her gasps turn into breathless whimpers, then frantic pleas. He felt the tremors begin in her body, a clear sign she was close to breaking. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her clit with furious speed, driving her over the edge. "Yes! Oh, YES! Eren! Ahhhh! I’m... I’m wet!" Luna shrieked, her body convulsing wildly. A hot, wet gush erupted from her, drenching his face, warm and thick and intensely sweet. He continued to suck, swallowing every drop, savoring her climax, his tongue still working until her tremors subsided. He stayed there for a moment, letting the warmth of her come wash over his face, tasting her profound release. He then slowly lifted his head, his face slick and glistening, a smear of her essence on his chin. Luna looked down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips swollen, a deep satisfaction etched into her features. She panted softly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Eren smiled, a raw, triumphant smile. He looked at her, his eyes blazing with a hunger that was far from sated. He gently placed her feet back on the ground, but he kept his body pressed close to hers, his hard dick pressing against her thigh through his pants. He reached out, his hands going to the thin, shimmering red shift she wore. The silk, which had felt so light and free just moments before, now seemed like a barrier. His fingers found the delicate fabric at her shoulder, then slid down the length of her arm, feeling the soft texture against his skin. The air crackled between them, thick with anticipation. He wanted to see her fully, to claim every inch of her. With a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers found the edge of the silk at her shoulder and gripped it. He pulled, not gently, but with a raw, demanding force, a primal urge to strip away all coverings. TEAR! The thin fabric ripped, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Luna gasped, her eyes widening slightly, but she didn’t resist. He continued to pull, his hands moving with purpose, tearing the shimmering silk with fierce pleasure. He pulled at the front of her shift, exposing more of her breasts, letting them spill free, full and eager. RIIIP! Another tear, deeper this time, exposing her stomach, her navel. He worked quickly, his desire to see her naked, completely bare before him, overriding everything else. He pulled the fabric down her hips, revealing her thighs, then her mound, still glistening from his mouth. The red silk, once a seductive veil, was now nothing more than shredded ribbons, falling away from her body. He tore the last of the fabric, letting it drop to the floor around her feet in shimmering puddles of red. He stepped back, just a pace, allowing his gaze to take in the full vision before him. Luna stood before him, completely naked, her body illuminated by the dim, glowing orbs. Her skin seemed to glow, smooth and unblemished, her breasts full and firm, her nipples dark and erect, begging for his touch. Below, her pussy, still swollen and slick, was utterly exposed, a silent, beautiful offering that promised more pleasure. The curves of her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, the tempting line of her inner thighs – every part of her was now laid bare for his eyes. Her body was flawless, a vision of raw, sensual beauty that made his dick surge even harder. She made no move to cover herself, her eyes meeting his, a silent challenge in their depths, a primal invitation. The scent of their passion, of her release, lingered in the air, a heady perfume that made him want to bury his face in her. He saw the faint flush on her skin, the slight tremor in her thighs, the way her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. He felt a deep, primal satisfaction looking at her, completely laid bare, completely at his mercy. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to explore every inch of her with his hands, his mouth, his body. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against her stomach, then sliding lower, almost to the dark hair between her legs. He felt the warmth of her skin, the subtle quiver beneath his touch, a shiver that echoed his own rising need. He looked into her eyes, a question in his gaze, a demand for more. He wanted to claim her, utterly and completely, in this moment of raw, exposed beauty. He watched her breath hitch, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her nakedness, unveiled, was a powerful invitation, urging him to continue.

Chapter 140: TUNA continues

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