Chapter 716: Tongue Magic

On the other end of the sensation, Zeyra was already losing control.

The moment his tongue pushed inside her, her whole body reacted like it had been electrocuted. This feeling was completely unlike the filling sensation of his thick cock.

It was softer, more flexible, and somehow more intimate… sliding deep and pressing against places that made her stomach clench.

Her inner walls tried to squeeze down around the intrusion on pure reflex, but the softness of his tongue only molded to the pressure and kept going, stretching her open in a way that felt both invasive and addictive.

Every time he curled or thrust, a bright spike of pleasure shot straight up through her core. It would start low, right behind her clit, then spread outward in hot waves that made her thighs shake and her toes dig into the moss.

The heat inside her pussy felt like it was climbing higher with every stroke, as if her own body was melting around his tongue.

The soft inner walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his tongue in helpless spasms, spilling fresh, hotter juices, whether she wanted it to or not, that made every movement of his mouth feel even wetter and filthier.

The pressure kept building with no relief.

Each deep push of his tongue dragged against sensitive spots she barely knew she had, forcing little spasms that she couldn’t control.

Her clit throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat, swollen and aching every time his nose brushed it. The dual sensation… deep internal pressure and external friction… made her hips jerk without permission.

She wanted to pull away and grind closer at the same time.

The conflict left her trembling, breath stuck in her throat, every muscle in her lower body drawn tight like a bowstring about to snap.

In the end she could only squirm hard against the moss. Her hips would try to lift off the ground, then twist sideways, then shove forward all at once, chasing more of the wet intrusion even as it overwhelmed her.

She bit down on her lower lip trying to keep her voice down so they wouldn’t attract attention from any nearby patrols or beasts.

But soft, broken moans still slipped out between clenched teeth.

Her breathing turned short and rushed, almost panting. Fine beads of sweat appeared across her forehead, then spread down her temples and the sides of her neck.

More sweat gathered between her breasts and along the tense line of her stomach.

Her thighs trembled violently against his hands, the muscles jumping every time his tongue curled or pushed deeper.

The now swollen lips of her pussy stayed parted around his mouth, twitching continuously, as trickles of her juices ran down the crack of her ass and soaking into the moss beneath her.

Her hands found his hair and tangled in it tightly, fingers twisting into the dark strands like she needed something solid to hold onto while her body kept trying to both escape and grind closer at the same time.

Sol barely registered the struggle.

His attention stayed locked on the wet heat wrapped around his tongue. After a few long seconds of simply savoring the softness and the continuous spill of her juices, he started moving.

He fucked her with his tongue in slow, deep strokes… pulling back until only the tip remained inside, then pushing deep again, curling and pressing against the silky soft walls.

And they weren’t totally smooth in a flat way; the surface had a subtle, living texture that changed the deeper he went. Near the entrance the flesh felt tighter and more elastic, gripping the base of his tongue, while further in it became plush and yielding, molding around him whenever he pushed to the limit.

Every motion dragged another shaky, broken sound out of her. More juices kept spilling onto his tongue and chin. He swallowed it without slowing, already settling into the rhythm of thoroughly enjoying her.

“Sol—ah—wait—” Zeyra finally managed to let the words out as the sensation was becoming too powerful to endure, her voice cracking. “It’s… too much—”

He ignored the protest and kept going.

He pulled his tongue free and dragged it hard over her clit, circling the swollen nub with firm pressure before sucking it between his lips.

Immediately, Zeyra’s back arched clean off the moss.

A louder cry escaped before she could stop it. Her thighs tried to close around his head, but his hands kept them spread open so he could keep tongue fucking her.

Seeing her react so violently, he decided to focus his attention on her clitoris.

Her clit had swollen noticeably under the continuous stimulation.

The small, firm nub stood out clearly from the soft folds, flushed a deeper, darker pink and fully exposed now that the protective hood had pulled back.

It looked tight and sensitive, glistening with her myriad juices.

Sol knew exactly what he was dealing with… that little peak was densely packed with nerve endings, the single most concentrated point of pleasure on a woman’s body, and right now it was engorged and aching for direct contact.

So, he gave it what it wanted, he sealed his lips around it completely.

The soft, wet flesh of his mouth enveloped the swollen clit in one firm pull, sucking it past his lips and into the heat of his mouth.

The suction was steady and controlled, drawing the sensitive nub deeper while his tongue immediately pressed against the underside.

Zeyra’s reaction was almost violent. Her back arched hard off the moss once again, and a sharp, high cry teared out of her throat before she could stop it.

Her thighs clamped tightly against the sides of his head, muscles trembling, as the dense cluster of nerves fired under the focused suction.

He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly across the exposed peak while still sucking, then changed the pressure… pulling harder for a few seconds, then softening just enough to let blood rush back before sucking again.

The swollen clit throbbed between his lips in time with her racing heartbeat.