V3 Chapter 31

Cian laughed in happiness.

Amadea smiled wryly, but there is no blame in her face, instead of deep love and affection. She really didn’t know, nor understand why she fell for this demonic, perverted bastard. But she did. Night and day, his face filled her mind without an end. There is no moment where she didn’t think of him. And now, being close to him like this, to be back in his warm embrace again, be the object of love and adoration of those beautiful eyes, she felt suffocated somewhat.

It’s as if, just being with him, seemed to suck all the air from the world. Her heart was skipping beats, and between her legs, awareness of his heat, their closeness, was turning into a steady, aching throb.

With a pleasant sigh escaping from his lips, Cian released her waist and lifted her arms so that she started to fall toward him. The next thing she knew, his arms wrapped tightly around her and held her hard against his chest. Her chin rested against his shoulder, and her nose nearly touched his neck. How was it possible he could smell so good?

But his scent, a male muskiness tempered by the time he’d spent in this world, and even the sweat he had shed, enticed her. It took all her willpower not to just burrow in and started feasting on him, but she couldn’t help drawing those aromas deep within her.

"It's good to have you with me,"

"Now you say that after leaving me behind?"

"I'm sorry,"

"I won't forgive you."

Cian hugged her, and she needed it.

Everything else slipped away as warmth, heat, even an internal light seemed to fill her. Little by little, her arms inched up and wound around his neck, holding him as he held her. Even as need pulsed within her, she felt a contradictory relaxation seeping through her. Muscles she hadn’t realized were tight, let go, until she felt more like a puddle than a body.

As always, Cian made her let go, relaxed, consoled, just with the power of his embrace, and only in the letting go did she realize how much tension she had been carrying within her. Yes. She had craved this, the hardness and heat of his body against hers, the sensation familiar and yet not at all familiar. She had feared this, a man with a will and power that matched her own, a man who would desire and possess every last part of her without mercy. But more than that, she feared not seeing him again. Scared of being alone again, all in the middle of the forest, bored and alone...for time eternity.

"What are you thinking, frowning like that?" he said, seemly reading her mind.

"Nothing."

"Nothing with that kind of expression? Amadea, did you see me as blind?" he said with a cold gaze. "You know I would never leave you, love. No matter what happens, you and I, we will always be together. Didn't you promise that?"

"Cian, that's not what I," she said hastily, panicking.

But before she could finish what she was saying, Cian pulled her body against his and he brushed her lips with his. Staring into her eyes, he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her.

"You and I will be able together... get used to that,"

He smiled at her. Then, he softly kissed her. He lightly swept his tongue between her lips, pressing his warm, soft lips to hers. He slid his hands up her body and cradled her face with his hands.

In response, Amadea opened her mouth beneath his, and then he was kissing her with the stored-up passion of days he had not seen her, sucking her inside of him, committing the feel and taste of her to memory, wanting a night to last him a lifetime.

He sucked her lips, gently, as though he was sampling nectar on a delicate petal. Then, with an intense urgency, he dipped his tongue past her lips, caressing her tongue with his. Amadea felt fluttering inside. Her body craved him. A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. He was breathing heavier which was waking her primal needs. The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender.

He gently pressed his lips against hers, and then, suddenly, lifted her right out of here, easily and smoothly. One arm behind her shoulders, one beneath her knees. Amadea was startled by Cian’s sudden action, and she subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening her hold. Her arms around his neck.

“Though I wanted to do it immediately, I know my body stink…so, how about we get clean together?”

“You don’t,” she said, softly. She licked her lips, so swollen from his kisses, so red from his mouth. “And I like your smell...I don't care about any dirt, nor would you, I assume,”

"Perhaps, but you know, I want this to be perfect,"

Amadea groaned, feeling her heart danced as she looks at him, and the love that could be seen gleaning in his eyes. She felt spoiled by his embrace, and couldn’t help but birth anticipation of something, amazing.

Two people walked towards the water while kissing. "Ack!" though, surprised, Amadea broke the kiss the moment her body went inside the water. It was colder than she'd thought it would be. Though, fortunately, the water was only chest-deep. If not she wouldn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to swim since she never needed to in the past.

Cian let out an amused laugh, and his hands shot towards her protruding chest, kneading and fondling them with both hands.

“Meanie demon imp. That surprised me,” she grumbled and turned her back against him. However, her expression didn’t have the least bit of blame, rather a smile still hung on her face.

Cian smiled amused. Well, indeed the water is really cold- freezing cold even.

“The waters here are normally cold,”

Lazily, his hand moved on her body as he nestled closer to her, his chest against her arm, his face tucked against her neck. His hand made a wide circle over her stomach, up an arm, and once again, lightly clasped a breast, then moved quickly away before she could protest. Against her buttocks pressed his arousal, pointed and hot below the covers. Then, her breath caught as Cian’s mouth landed against her shoulder.

“But, it’s warm if we have each other, don’t you think?” he said with a rasp, and his hand slipped inside her thin clothes, and stroked her breast again. Her nipple leaps to full attention. Cian’s skillful fingers circled back, touched the aroused points lazily, slowly.

“Hm, I missed you, Amadea, I really do,” he said into her hair.

His mouth touched her neck, hot and moist. Amadea shuddered, feeling arousal rush through her. She felt as if she was in heaven. Finally, she could feel his touch again, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on her skin, while his hands gently massaged her breasts and her thighs. Finally…finally…

The cold doesn’t seem to bother her anymore- not with the warm surging through her from his touch. She moaned as he planted a kiss on the vulnerable flesh below her ear, and his tongue teased the edge of her ear. She made a low noise and closed her eyes, trying to be still so she wouldn’t give herself away. He felt so good, he smelled so good…

The questing fingers freed two tie knots on her slim clothes and slid inside, and all at once, his naked fingers were touching her breast, skin to skin, and she gasped. Cian swirled and skimmed and cupped, teasing her nipple as his mouth moved on her neck, her ear, her jaw. Lower, his hips moved against her bottom, and she found herself responding with movements of her own.

“Turn over, princess, let me kiss you properly,”

Amadea smiled sweetly, being called a princess make her heart explode in happiness. Without hesitation, she did. She turned in his embrace and found him looking at her with a gentle expression. They look at each other for a moment, savoring the appearance of each other, then they moved.

They tore apart each other’s clothing, and in a blink of an eye, two people became completely naked. Now, Amadea’s sparkling and crystal-clear flawless body was exposed in front of him. There wasn’t a single thread covering her body. He's also in a similar state. His little brother was already standing erect, and the fire of lust was also already burning vigorously inside his body, only heaven knows how long it had been since he had let it off.

After entering the Ruins of the Gods, he hadn’t got a chance to let his stress off, and had suppressed for a long time, so how could he not turn into a beast after seeing such beautiful scenery?

He had almost turned into a wolf and pounced on her.

At the same time, Amadea could see his. Even after seeing the black filth on his body-dried blood, grease, and dirt, she didn’t think it was too dirty. Still, he knows he dislikes dirt. Especially being dirty.

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“Let me help you wash,” she said softly.

She raised her hand and opened her palm. Suddenly, green leaves appeared in her palm. Then she began to scrub him using those leaves. Unexpectedly, it doesn’t feel rough at all -the touch of the leaves are smooth as if laded with soap, and it has a wonderful scent of flowers- a scent similar to her, which he loves.

He didn’t notice that leaves can do something like that. The dirt on his body slowly peeled off smoothly, replaced with beautiful healthy color with a flowery scent. Then, her somewhat ice-cold little hands shifted around his back, clearly feeling each and every muscle which contained explosive strength contrary to how it looks.

Her smooth hands lightly hand-washed him from head to foot, chest to back, and even his little brother was no exception.

“You are really a delight, Amadea,” his hands were also not idle. “But it would be unfair if only me,” suddenly, he said and then summoned a bottle of soap from his Storage Ring. He poured a large amount on his hand, and then mimic what she was doing, smoothed the soap over her shoulders and down her arms.

He covered her breasts with his soapy palms and massaged them gently. He ran his hands over her breasts, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin, her blushing nipples taut and stretching out under the palms of his hands. He softly caressed her beautiful breasts, skillfully teasing them, stimulating the thoughts of the love of this beautiful woman for him as if tide.

"Mmmmm,"

With her perverted lover’s intense, teasing, Amadea with a red beautiful face, passionately breath out, slightly opening her little mouth. Then, unable to endure it any longer, she pressed her body to his, her moist lips met him as her tongue again invaded his mouth, searching and exploring.

Cian responded in kind, her lips warm and soft and supple. Their slick, soapy chests rubbed together. His erection pressed against her stomach, and a desperate need made her ache for him.

"Cian."

She ran her hands up and down his back. Cian loves the way her hands swept down his sides, his hips, and then slipped around to his back and buttocks, giving them a squeeze, and making his cock jump with intrigue. She had become quite a lewd beautiful woman.

Looking at how she happily tried to devour his lips, while cupping his body with perverted movements, one can’t help but forget the fact that she had been quite an inexperienced woman not too long ago. But now, she seems more than that, she felt as if she had been making love for years already.

“C, Cian…” she moaned into his mouth.

Their mouths were still fused, fueling their passion, their desire. She opened her hand, slimy substance started to secrete from her palm. She then slid her hand through his hair, her fingers caressing his scalp. His breath almost stops, turning ragged, her massage stimulating every erogenous zone in his body.

Their pheromones were swirling around them, encouraging the rapture between them. He kissed her mouth, inserting his tongue, their mouths melding, fusing, almost as if their tongues were furiously mating like snakes.

“Ng.” Amadea moaned and messily responded to his kiss. Her fingers still doing a miraculous number on his hair. In fact, she grabbed a fistful of his hair. She couldn’t get enough of him. His scent made her weep of finally finding where she belongs, and his seeking hands, yes, his seeking hands made her desperate for more of him, all of him.

Cian kissed her with a ferocity that set her on fire, awakened every cell in her body. He caressed her tongue with his and slid his hands down her back until he could cup her buttocks. His expert fingers went down her back until they reached the crack of her butt. With one finger, he traced her crack to her back, lifting her slightly her vagina throbbed when it was touched.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked as he fondled her breast with one hand, while the other teasing the flowery bud of her backdoor. Amadea groaned, closed her eyes, and bit her lips from the pleasure he was giving to her. Not hearing her reply, “Do you want me to stop?” he continued inquiring.

“No, please don’t stop.”

Amadea managed to reply through her mouth felt very dry, from panting and moaning. He grinned. Pulling her tight against his body, he wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. In response, she rubbed against his arousal, and right then, Cian knew he couldn’t last. He slid his hands over her breasts and down her belly until he reached the smooth, and soft mound deep underwater.

Amadea groaned when she felt his warm touch on her sensitive flesh-folds of her excitedly palpitating vagina. In earnest, with his free hand, he stroked her feminine nub, and her hands stilled on his chest.

“Cian, I can’t…anymore, I,”

She looked at him from his embrace with upturned eyes.

“I know,” Cian responded while looking at her red, begging expression. “However, there’s still time…and I want to savor this completely after not being able to see you for so long,”

After having gone so long without a woman for company, Cian too felt his body aching to drive her in as soon as possible. However, he didn’t want to end it too soon. He wanted to savor this incredible desire to the very peak.

Looking at his expression, Amadea's misty eyes flashed with intoxicated luster, as her swelling pink lips due to his sucking looked extremely fascinating to him.

He pulled her hard against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs wound tightly around his waist, her heels digging on the skin on his back for support, making her straddle him around the waist. She gasped as her most sensitive flesh was pressed against him. He supported her with one arm and slid his other hand around her neck. He was breathing heavily.

Amadea could feel the rise and fall of his stomach pushing against her groin. And even more, when she felt him dragged her farther up his body, rubbing her tender skin against him.

“Cian, please….”

She whimpered, the desire in her body getting out of control, that she started to take the initiative to rub her aching groin against him.

Cian couldn’t bear and immerse himself in her tasty, fair neck. Her head fell back as he nibbled on her there, even leaving behind rosy marks. Her enchanting body thoroughly enraptured him. His lips slowly slide down towards that sacred mountain peak. Slowly, his head got inside the water. She gasped when he sucked a small cherry inside his mouth, and his skillful tongue circled around it.

"Ahhh... It hurts" she groaned when Cian bit her right nipple hard.

"Cian... Ahh... Don't bit them too hard, do it gently…Ah…"

She felt as if there was electricity running to every cell in her body.

It was hard not to moan while having her large breasts sucked and fondled so passionately. One hand grasped the other jade peak, rubbed it, and had the pearl of the breast clipped between the crack of his fingers. Very quickly, two plump, and taut nipples increasingly stood firm, and she was not able to bear the simulation on her two small cherries anymore, and she let out loud perverted moans.

Deliciously, he tortured her with more light flutters that sent shooting arrows of sensation through her body. Urgently, she put her hands in his thick, gloriously wavy hair, and reveled in the sensation against her fingers, silk and cool, and heavy all at once. And his mouth, so hot and wet, suckled her, lightly, then more fiercely, as if he were starving. The strands of his hair sticking her nose, and the scent mixed with hers wafted through her, assaulting her brain. His scent mixed with hers… the substance that cleaned his body and his hair was the nectar that came from her body. It can even be said to be her body fluid.

Perhaps, to other people, this would count as scented sap, but to her, having her body fluid covered his lover’s body made it even more arousing. It’s as if she was marking him…claiming him as her own.

Cian suckled hard as he moved them back toward shallower water. He released her breast and reached for the bottle of soap, and poured more soap on his hand. He slapped it on her rump, then massaged it onto her cheeks. Then, his hand suddenly moved on her body, skimming her waist and thighs. Knowing what he wanted, and mirroring that desire, she spread her thighs, opening the smooth flesh of her inner legs to his softly probing touch.

"Ah." He looked down with a boyish grin that made her core tremble again. "My favorite part." He poured more soap into his hand and slipped it between them. He rubbed her drenched, sticky, sacred mound, then delved deeper.

She gasped at the feel of his fingers exploring her folds. The heat of desires mingled with the blistering warmth of her lover’s touch, wafted across her now exposed vagina, sending another ripple of wonderfully rising sensations through her.

"Lean back," he whispered. "Float in the water." She fell back. Though she knows she couldn’t swim, still, she hates to upset him. Fortunately, he kept one arm under her hips to support her, and she locked her feet around his waist. Water lapped against her ears.

The world felt still and peaceful, and all she could feel were his fingers moving gently between her legs. It was sweet and delicious. She could do this for hours.

Cian groaned as she felt the moistness inside her sucked his finger in, the walls closing on it like a vacuum machine. She wriggled her ass asking for more fingers inside her.

“God, I want you,” he said huskily, and Amadea thought that her whole body was afire. He inserted his finger between her feminine lips and began to thrust as deeply as he could.

Amadea desperately wrapped her arms around his neck, the cold water of the pool assaulting her body, but it didn’t do anything to affect what she was currently feeling. Caught up in the thrill of his exploration, she clung to him and arched her back. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes shut as she absorbed his touch, and Cian loved putting her under his spell.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said taking in her body. He moved his upper body up and lowered his lips to hers. He moved his lips gently over hers as she stroked his tongue over then, then nipped at her lower lip with his teeth.

And in her turn, Amadea tasted his neck, his throat, his chin. She slid her tongue over the long dark column of his throat into the hollow at the base, where she could feel the pulse of his life moving, beating. He was so hot-his skin was like the dark pelt of an animal that had been sleeping in the sun- and it warmed the cold, lost places inside of her.

With her lips on his neck, Cian plunged two fingers inside her, pumping in and out. As he pushed three fingers inside her, they were engaged in a battle of tongues. He tasted every delicious inch of her mouth. And then, finally, within minutes, he could feel small trembles throughout her body, and her pussy, deep in the water, started to quiver, gushing out more, and more sticky fluid. He stopped kissing her and brought his mouth to a nipple and shoved his fingers deeper, moving them faster with short strokes.

“Oh……God,” she rasped out, and Cian felt her climax rippling around his finger.

“Please…Cian, don’t stop,” she begged, clenching her hand holding her shoulders, and her sharp nails digging in his skin, even causing a trickle of blood to seep.

Sucking hard on her nipple, Cian pumped her pussy until he felt the last of her trembles. He looked into her eyes as he pulled his fingers from her, and suddenly, under her surprised gaze, put them in his mouth to taste her.

“You taste fantastic,”

Looking at him tasting her nectar so deliciously, Amadea almost fainted in happiness.

“Please, Cian, please make love to me, right now,” she pleaded as she reached between her legs. "I, I can't wait anymore! Please!"

“Fuck,” he roared as he watched Amadea spreading open her legs, and she was pushing her fingers inside herself. Inviting him.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his engorged cock in his hand, cupped her ass with the other hand, and lifted her the rest of the way around his hips so he could plunge his cock between her legs. Amadea jolted when something hard nudged her where she was still sensitive and swollen.

"Oh."

"Wrap your legs around me."

He took hold of her hips and positioned her against his erection. Amadea glanced down. He was magnificent. Large and swollen. Moisture seeped from her, and her skin tingled where it pressed against the round tip. She waited with bated breath as he moved his hips from side to side, wedging himself between her folds.

"Aahhhh!!" She screamed and then shuddered.

This was it. She could feel Cian's cock slowly entered her pussy, spreading her pussy to his cock size. And she'd wanted this since he had left and had not come back for a long time. Finally, he’s here, at home, right where he belongs.

“Amadea,” Cian kissed her lips, then rested his forehead against hers. Then, with a sharp, sudden thrust and a pull on her hips, he buried himself deep inside her. Amadea let out a soundless shrieked. Her ragged breath was whisper-soft against his throat. His new mate was pleasure personified.