Chapter 94: pre TUNA with seven

Chapter 94: pre TUNA with seven A sigh rustled the translucent curtain as Seven finally stepped out from behind it. The dim light of the chamber, though subdued, painted her form in a way that spoke of raw power barely contained. Her skin, the color of rich earth after a rain, gleamed with a subtle sheen. Muscles honed by years of rigorous training rippled beneath the smooth surface as she moved with a predatory grace. Her breasts, high and full with prominent nipples the color of dark cherries, rose and fell with each measured breath. A delicate tracery of scars, the marks she had spoken of with such fierce pride, adorned her shoulders and upper arms, intricate patterns that seemed to pulse faintly in the gloom. Her waist narrowed sharply before flaring out to generous hips, leading down to a dark triangle of tightly curled hair at the juncture of her thighs. The lips of her pussy were slightly parted, a glimpse of the moist inner folds visible in the dim light. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, fixed on Eren, assessing, calculating. A slow smile spread across her lips, revealing teeth that looked surprisingly sharp. "Come closer, Veilwalker," she purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated in the stillness of the room. "Let’s see if you’re as intriguing up close as Master seems to think." He moved towards her, his own gaze unwavering. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a mixture of anticipation and danger. Seven reached out, her long, elegant fingers trailing lightly across his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from her touch, a subtle hum of energy that spoke of the decay she commanded. "You’re well-built," she murmured, her touch lingering over a pectoral muscle. "For an outsider." Her smile widened, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "But are you resilient? Can you withstand the intimacy of true power?" Her hand slid lower, tracing the line of his abdomen, sending a shiver down his spine despite his attempts to remain impassive. "Tonight, Veilwalker, you will experience a connection unlike any you’ve known. A merging of essences, a dance of life and death." She knelt before him, her gaze never leaving his. The shift in her posture was both submissive and dominant, a paradox that spoke volumes about her complex nature. Her hands, surprisingly gentle now, cupped his face. "Look at me," she commanded softly, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. "Don’t look away. This is a sacred act, a prelude to the power Master will bestow upon you." He met her gaze, his silver eyes locking with her molten gold. There was a flicker of something in her expression, a hint of vulnerability that was quickly masked by a predatory gleam. Her hands slid down his neck, across his shoulders, and then lower, until they found their target. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around his length, her touch surprisingly firm and knowing. "Hmm," she murmured, a satisfied sound deep in her throat. "You are indeed... substantial." Her thumb traced the underside of his shaft, and he felt a response he hadn’t anticipated. She began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, her eyes still locked on his. The air thickened with a heady mix of her earthy scent and his own arousal. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of her hand moving against his skin, each stroke sending a jolt of sensation through him. "You feel alive," she whispered, her voice husky with building desire. "So vibrant. It’s... intoxicating." Her grip tightened, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. The scent of overripe fruit and damp earth intensified, filling his senses. He watched as her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips, then lower still, lingering for a moment on the rigid length of his cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she released her hand and reached out, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft once more before she took the head into her mouth. The sensation was immediate and intense, the wet heat and gentle pressure sending a wave of pleasure through him. A soft, wet slurp echoed in the chamber as she began to move her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. He could feel the slickness of her saliva coating him, each movement slow and measured, drawing out the pleasure. Her hands found his hips, gripping them firmly as she deepened her ministrations. The sounds of her mouth working grew more insistent, a rhythmic suck and slide that filled the silence. He could feel the heat building within him, a primal response to her skilled touch. She used her hand again, stroking the length of his shaft as her mouth continued its slow, deliberate work. The combination was exquisite, almost overwhelming. He could feel himself hardening further, straining against her ministrations. Another wet slurp, deeper this time, and he groaned softly, his fingers tangling in her dark hair. He could feel the intensity of her focus, the way she was completely absorbed in the act. The wet sounds of her mouth on his cock filled the dimly lit room, each suck and slide a deliberate act of sensual dominance. Her mouth moved with increasing confidence, taking more of him inside. He could feel the soft rasp of her tongue, the gentle pressure of her teeth. Each sensation was heightened, amplified by the strange and dangerous intimacy of the moment. Saliva slicked his shaft as she worked him with a practiced rhythm, her head bobbing with a steady pace. The sounds of her pleasure mingled with his own ragged breaths. A soft mhmm escaped her as she took him deeper, her hands still gripping his hips, guiding his movements even though he wasn’t moving. The wet slurp of her mouth intensified as he felt the pressure building, the edge of release drawing closer. The dim light seemed to flicker, casting dancing shadows on the walls as the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears, his senses focused entirely on the woman kneeling before him, the wet sounds of her mouth, the feel of her hands on his skin, the insistent tugging on his cock. A shudder ran through her body, and he felt the contractions of her mouth tighten around him. A low moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated release. Her grip on his hips slackened slightly, and the rhythmic sucking slowed, then stopped. She remained kneeling for a moment, her head resting against his thighs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then, slowly, she raised her head, her black eyes glazed with satisfaction. Her lips were wet and swollen, and a thin strand of saliva connected her mouth to the tip of his still-throbbing cock. With a languid movement, she released him completely and spread her legs wider, her dark, moist pussy now fully revealed in the dim light. A drop of his pre-cum glistened on the parted lips. "Your turn, Veilwalker," she breathed, her voice husky and laced with a triumphant sensuality.