Chapter 630: [Just know I want you(2)]

Celty’s tongue squiggled flirtatiously to find the location of Allen’s tongue. With his lover’s action, rousing his appetite, Allen squeezed into Celty’s embrace, stretching his hands to grab her big breasts, although separated by a layer of clothes, after that one hold, Celty’s body immediately went limp. “Oh — —!!” She gave out an unrestrained moan.

Without a word, he looked her straight in the eye, darkly, hotly, deeply. Unmistakably.

“Allen,” she said it softly now. She said it the way someone speaks when they find something they thought they’d lost long ago. Quiet awe.

Allen, smiling gently, reached his hands out to massage her hips, and slowly stroked a firm yet sensuous route from her navel up between her breasts, along her throat…very gently; his hands traveled up to cup her face. “Celty.” His tone was not one of awe, but of confirmation, knowing. Total eye contact. He had never shied away from that. “…Just as much as you wanted me, I also wanted you more.”

By now Celty was filled with sweetness and heavily turned on. Her thighs clenched into Allen’s sides. She looked down at him, slouched a little. Before she could experience the classic pre-kiss hesitation she had grown so accustomed to, he grabbed her face in his hands and held it as they kissed.

As he kissed her. As she kissed back. It was long. And slow. And full. And it went on. And Celty did not stop to giggle or make a joke. It went on. He held her face and she kissed him back, their tongues reflecting all the ways they’d both imagined tracing one another’s bodies.

Celty giggled through their kisses, then suddenly, she ran a soft hand down on her demonic lover’s muscular chest before slipping it into his shorts and gently grasping the hard form.

Allen felt Celty’s cold hand on his sensitive part and broke away from the kiss and gave a grin. "You like what you feel?" he asked huskily. Mirth flashing on his eyes. "Mmm, very much so," she replied sensually. Celty’s lips curled into a grin.

"Well then, let me return the favor." Allen reached down with his hands and cupped Celty’s breasts. They were D-cup sized, just large enough without being too large, with a very nice weight to them, and both firm and supple enough. He gently squeezed them, making her moan softly in pleasure. The moans turned into gasps when Allen leaned down and began kissing and licking them, running his lips and tongue over the mounds and then the erect pink nipples. He did this with the right one first, then repeated the process with the left.

Celty’s moaned and tilted her head back in pleasure as Allen’s mouth explored her body. His big hand grabbed her breast, all while breathing in the attractive fragrance from her body, causing him to feel light-headed. He should let things fall naturally into place like this. Allen’s consciousness was losing itself within the captivating and powerful emotions. Nh…so soft and warm…

The faint smell of soap and faint sweat…it’s been a while since I’ve felt so at ease…

While Celty seemed to have read Allen’s thoughts as she revealed a light smile. Unconsciously, her robe had already been taken down by Allen, layer by layer in no time at all. She didn’t wear bras, so was left in her plain, black cotton underwear.

Without any form of cover, her rich and delicate snow-white body was revealed in his line of sight. She seemed to be hesitant to show her true form in lovemaking, causing Allen to feel funny. He doesn’t really care about her real appearance; in fact, making love with an unusual blue-skinned beauty has its charm as well. However, Allen can’t say that after all, he knows Celty’s personality. She should have known that but still wanting to be like this, it’s her own choice…

Allen enjoyed himself to his heart’s content, caressing this perfect and flawless jade body. As he toyed, Celty moaned, her tender and lovely moans could numb one’s heart and soul. As though due to shyness, her delicate snow-like skin reddened, and her breathing had become warm and ragged as well.

“Nn…” Following after a pleasure-like painful moan, the two bodies finally merged deeply. Celty hugged tightly onto the man above her. Within her beautiful eyes, the bits of glistening luster quietly slipped away.

Feeling Allen’s every touch; Celty didn’t dare slow down as he stretched out her delicate hands to take off his clothes as she spoke. “He he he, I’m so happy…”

Filled with happiness and excitement, for making love with the man she had loved and desired for a very long time she pressed her lips to his chest, kissing and running her tongue over his muscles. This caused Allen to lean his head back a little as well, closing his eyes, and feels the waves of pleasure that this little, yet amazingly powerful, mortal woman bestowed upon him.

Just a mortal woman, weak and fragile compared to his Godness, still shorter and not as physically strong as he, and yet she succeeded in bringing him to his knees emotionally.

As Celty kissed down his chest to the hardened six-pack of his abdomen, she hooked her fingers into the bands of his shorts and the underwear he had on underneath, sliding them down his muscular legs. His stiff manhood sprung out in front of Celty, and she gasped at the sight of it.

Admittedly, she had been well aware of his… physical attributes before. Having making love with him numerous times, still every time she saw ‘him’ she just can’t help but feel amazed at the size of Allen’s member. He was massive, steel cloaked in velvet. This event stirred them up—both their bodies, their desires, their connections.

"You know," she said coyly, looking back up into his eyes, "You are now a God, a very powerful God among other beings. I wonder if that also affected the size of what you had in your pants." She punctuated her sentence by gently wrapping her hand around his manhood and slowly stroking it a few times.

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I am surprised by you, Celty. I had no idea that you knew how to talk dirty."

Celty’s eyes glinted. "Well, that's not as dirty as it could be, but still, I do what I can."

For all this time, Celty might be too open in front of her sisters but in front of Allen, she was actually sometimes coy and a bit timid—although aggressive sometimes. But never did she say anything dirty in front of her, probably because she was afraid that Allen might misunderstand her.

"Good enough for me," Allen replied as he gently laid her down on the bed. "I don't care how dirty you may be, I still think you are perfect." He gently eased her legs apart and positioned himself in between them. "Of course, being a bit dirty definitely has more perks don't you think?"

The night chill sent a shiver of Goosebumps down Celty’s skin, but it was nothing compared to the sensation that overwhelmed her when her beloved lover started to nibble his way from her neck… to her nipples… down her abdomen… until he finally settled between her thighs and started to tease around the edges…

His touch gentle and firm as Allen pushed Celty’s knees apart, spreading her legs wide and adjusting his hold so he could press down and keep her still, all while using his lips, teeth, and tongue to torment her. Celty’s hips wanted to wriggle closer to her lover, to help his mouth find its way to his clit, but Allen’s arms kept her in position, secure and restrained.

After what felt like an interminable amount of time, his tongue licked the length of her wetness, lingering over her clit. A tremor of longing ran through Celty, making all the more palpable by her inability to buck her hips against his mouth. Celty simply had to lie still and wait for him to give her what she wanted so desperately… More of him. Surrendering to him. Coming, for him.

It didn’t take long.

Celty felt like a pent-up rocket ready to launch into orbit. With the expert touch of his tongue tasting and teasing… She climaxed in mere moments.

Celty lay there panting, catching her breath, and heard his chuckle as he slid up to lie next to her.

“Someone sure is eager tonight,” Allen chided.

“Of course I am. You’ve been making me wait since last night.” I’d meant to be coy, but the rise of your eyebrow told me a little too much petulance had slipped through.

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“Is that a problem?” Your voice conveyed more of a statement than a question.

“No, not at all,” Celty promised.

With a faint smile, Celty kept her eyes wide, doing her best to look as contrite as she felt.

“That’s the right answer,” Allen chuckled in amusement as he replied. Sitting up, he turned towards her legs and saw the soaking wetness between her legs. Celty could feel it dripping down her thighs… onto the sheets… Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what a substantial wet spot she was leaving on the bed.

“You’ve made quite a mess, naughty girl,” Allen muttered, his voice was playful, but not without some genuine scolding.

“I know, I’m sorry…” Celty lowered her lashes, playing along with the role of a dutiful and obedient servant. Allen watched her expression and grinned evilly. He then lay down on the bed and pulled her close, into a spooning position.

“…because of that, my adorable servant needed some serious punishment,” he said, tenderly brushing her hair out of his face. His words severe and scolding but his tone was extremely gentle and playful, very pleasant to hear that Celty’s lips curled into a dazzling smile, in which she hurriedly hid away, after all, the play has yet to end…!

She snuggled her ass perfectly into his hardening cock and reached back with her hand to pull him closer. He moved in as close as he could, and wrapped his arms and legs around her, enveloping.

“As my lord wishes,” she responded sensually.

“Very good,”

With one arm cuddled securely under and around her breasts, he let the other fall to her pussy. He placed his large, warm, hand flat-out on her pussy.

“Oh.” And then he just held it there, holding onto her warm, moist core as he rocked her back and forth gently, both hands securely rooted in their positions. One anchored up between her breasts and the other held her fire in its palm.

He knew what she needed, and he needed to give it to her. How often did that sort of thing come about? Once every year or two? He kissed the back of her neck, her ear, nuzzled his head into hers, and held her tight, rocking slightly.

Celty had never felt so secure in her life. She felt she could finally relax her limbs, her worries, her jokes, her insecurities, her fear of abandonment, her resentment for not being taken and held the way she wanted. She locked the top of her foot around the back of his calve and rocked with him. Her entire body was buzzing. Allen’s hand grew hotter on her pussy. She felt tears streaming down her face. Slowly, he turned her onto her back.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Allen muttered as he kissed her face, her mouth. Celty smiled even though no one could see. She caressed the back of his head, tugging his hair gently.

The hot bodies intertwined like they were trying to burn each other into ash. And at the final stage, Celty stopped Allen from fetching a needed item, "Let's just do it like this..." Celty sighed in happiness as she felt the tip of Allen’s member brush up against the lips of her moist womanhood. "Please, Allen," she replied breathlessly. "..like this." She pulled Allen’s face closer to hers. "… I want to have one." as for what it was, it doesn’t need Allen to ask. he smiled wryly.

Allen leaned forward and captured Celty’s lips again in a passionate kiss.

"I'm afraid of hurting you..." Allen said as he resisted.

"You won't," Celty replied confidently, "Let's do it like this...Allen."

Perhaps, it was because of the look in Celty’s eyes, or perhaps, it was because of the way she called his name, Allen could not endure any longer as he powerfully occupied her body. He slowly eased his hips forward, feeling his manhood slowly enter Celty’s warmth.

As he did, they both cried out and landed in a hugging embrace. As he pushed his cock in and out of her wet, adoring pussy, as she pulled him in deeper and held on tighter, they held one another, they looked at one another, they kissed full on the mouth. And then his hands shot down to grip her ass, her hips, and pull her even farther into him. It was a perfect fit. I’m not just saying that. It was.

The terrifying Snow Princess of the Battlefield moaned into Allen’s mouth, experiencing a wave of sensation wash over her body.

The hardness filled her, inflicting both pain and sheer pleasure throughout her entire being. Allen continued to slide himself inside Celty’s, inch by inch, until he managed to get the whole nine inches inside, burying himself to the hilt in her tantalizing warmth. He knows how incredible his sword was and even with someone he did it several times before, he was certain that if he attacks without a care, he would surely hurt his partner and that is something he doesn’t want to happen!

Her walls were firm and yet so soft; an amazing contrast that sent his mind spinning.

Celty felt that burning hot and huge meat rod sifts through her vaginal walls and the sensations it brought as it pushed further in. As if tasting sweet wine, she felt reluctant to swallow his rod with one thrust but rather did so little by little. Sex fluids covered Allen’s meat rod, overflowing from her cave. Allen couldn’t push in completely at the first thrust but the feeling of peering through those walls had already caused Celty to moan with pleasure.

Allen pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. "Are you okay?" he asked in a gentle voice. As much he wanted to please, he did not want to hurt her. Unlike Laura and Asmodeus, whose lower bodies are extremely flexible and easy to adapt due to their races innate characteristics or Baishe’s and the others due to their impressive vitality and endurance, mortal women cannot do the same, especially for someone like him now who is a real God! And so, to all his women, Allen was hundred times extra careful.

She nodded slightly. "I'm fine, Allen. Just… keep going."

He kissed her again before pulling his manhood most of the way out, then plunging it back inside her, eliciting another moan from her. Celty wrapped her toned legs around Allen’s waist, bringing him in further, deeper. With each successive thrust, the pain diminished, being replaced by pleasure. The pleasure that mounted with each moment. There was a gentle slapping sound as their hips met over and over again his their movements.

Celty threw her head back, reveling in the feelings that her beloved God was inflicting upon her. Closing her eyes, she felt the building pleasure wash away the stress and frustration that she had been feeling lately. The anxiety and fear she had experienced for a long time due to his absence.

But that mattered a little now! Here she was, lying on a soft white bed, while the man she had dreamed of every night and day made love to her, and that was all she cared about. Hell, she was not in a position to think of anything else at this point. It was just her, Allen, and the passion between them.

Celty’s hands aimlessly caressed Allen’s body, seductive moaning sounds escaping from her sexy lips, her red hair swayed on the pillow, transmitting her raging inferno kind of desire. Allen was feeling the same. As he thrust into Celty over and over again, her soft moans of ecstasy inspired him to thrust harder and faster, and he was all too willing to comply, occasionally letting out a grunt of his own.

Looking down at the former construct, he saw her in all her beauty, and how her perfect form responded to his movements. Her breasts bouncing back and forth with each of his thrusts, her legs wrapped around him, urging him in deeper. He brought his face closer to hers, and she opened her eyes. The electric blue orbs held so much for him; her personality, her passion, and her love for him, the sheer desire and lust of the situation. It was all he could do to restrain himself.

Celty experienced the feeling building up inside her again. Her breathing became heavier, and her moans got quicker. John knew that she was getting closer to the edge, and he could simply tell that she wanted it so badly. He was only too happy to apply. He pressed his lips on top of Celty’s lips, saliva was already flowing out of her, if at a normal time, no matter how pretty a woman was, if saliva came out of her mouth, that would definitely be a shameful thing for her.

However, right now when Allen saw saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth he thought she looked very beautiful.

He stretched his tongue licking Celty’s saliva; taking it inside his mouth and swallowed it, afterward his tongue followed the flowing saliva’s path and returned while licking when it still hadn’t reached her mouth, Celty’s fragrant tongue impatiently stretched out; she wanted to feel Allen kissing her mouth.

This was a thing she had thirsted for a long time, she thought Allen would quickly come and kiss her mouth, but this bastard tormented her body like that for a long time before coming to kiss her mouth. Allen kissed Celty’s fragrant lips, her small fragrant tongue immediately entered inside his mouth, these two persons tongues were similar to snakes intertwining with each other sending out their feelings.

“En — — aah — —!!”

Celty’s mouth was already suffocated tightly by Allen’s lips and tongue, her moans, and ecstatic cries were similar to a person struggling while getting raped.

After Allen stooped down to kiss Celty for roughly 10 minutes, the two individuals felt a suffocating feel, Allen let go of her, lifting her body, and this posture change made it easy for him to deliver inside her naked body. One side appreciating her beautiful tempting face, still looking at her erect and plump breasts trembling on a snow-white area.

Then all of a sudden, Allen felt a throbbing sensation that alerted him to his own approaching climax. All rational thought left his mind, and he increased his tempo. Celty as well, felt the pressure build up inside her, but she held back for as long as she could. She wanted this to be the best possible experience she ever had.

Looking at Allen, she knew he was approaching his end as well, and the pleasure within her had reached a point where it could not be contained much longer, so she let go and let herself be taken over the edge.

Celty moaned loudly as she experienced her orgasm, every inch of her body clenching as the pleasure wracked through her, causing her to throw her head back again, and her legs to clench even tighter around Allen. This was enough to push Allen over the edge as well, and he thrust inside her one last time, burying himself to the hilt and groaning loudly as he hit his own climax, feeling his body contract as he did so.

Celty gasped as she felt spurt after spurt of Allen’s hot liquid inside her. She moaned happily as she felt her beloved man empty himself into her. After a few moments, it became apparent that he had expended himself, and he relaxed, positioning himself on his arms so that he was still hovering above his lover, though they were still locked in their passionate embrace.

Neither one of them said anything for about a minute, just lying there, still joined together, looking deeply into each other's eyes, and basking in the afterglow of their extremely intimate session. Both feeling the intense happiness.

Even after they reached their climax, Celty continued to hug tightly to his arm, "Let's just sleep like this..."

"It's not uncomfortable?" Allen asked as he brushed back her hair.

Celty shook her head, "I feel safe like this."

Allen gently kissed her ear and pulled over the blankets.

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