MainNovelChapter 768: The voice startled her. Emeriel arched her head back to Alviara, who leaned over her.
"You are doing so beautifully, taking his touch so well," Alviara's tone was soothing, coaxing. "Don't stop now." Daemonikai nudged against her, and Emeriel whimpered, going tense.
"This won't do," Alviara addressed the Grand King. "Your Grace, forgivefor this, but it must be done." Before Emeriel could question it, Alviara moved. She slid into bed beside her, snaked a hand around her neck, guided her forward, and kissed her. Hard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvery muscle in Emeriel's body locked in place, stunned.
Daemonikai growled in a warning so deep it rumbled through her bones, but Alviara didn't so much as flinch. The courtesan's tongue parted Emeriel's lips, coaxing her mouth open, kissing her with a passion that was consuming.
"Focus on this," Alviara ordered into her mouth. "Endure it. Open yourself to it." Then Alviara was kissing her again. So much. A consuming kiss that completely took Emeriel over. And for a moment, that was the center of her world. Everything else retreated into the background-fear retreated, anxieties scattered.
Stark pleasure assaulted her senses, making her give a muffled cry. The kiss broke as Alviara pulled back, her gaze pinning Emeriel in place.
"Tellwhat he's doing," the courtesan said softly.
"He is... his tongue is—" Emeriel gasped, her head rolling back, eyes fluttering as another moan escaped. "There." "That's a good girl," Alviara's voice was velvet soft. "How does it feel?" Emeriel's face burned. She bit her lips.
"Con... tell me." "Really... really good," Emeriel confessed, her voice shaking.
"You're taking it so well." The mistress's eyes glowed with approval.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Yeah?" Emeriel breathed.
"Oh, hell yes." The mistress looked hungry. Predatory. Her eyes devoured Emeriel. "You are incredibly sexy like this. Lying here, taking his tongue, taking every pleasure he gives-while keeping your eyes on me. Lettingsee every single thing he makes you feel. You're an open book, Princess. A very responsive open book." Her voice dropped lower in a husky purr. "It makes you an addictive little thing." Emeriel felt everything all at once. Embarrassed. Glorified. Treasured. She wanted to bury her face in the sheets to hide. But oh... those words made her feel good. Wanted. Seen.
"No wonder our king can't get enough," Alviara added in a whisper made only for her. "I will not—" Daemonikai's tongue pressed deeper inside her.
"Oh gods..." Emeriel gasped, her body arching, the pleasure crashing m through her anew.
Then Alviara's lips were on hers again, stealing her cries, drinking them in. The courtesan's hand m framed her face as she devoured her, catching every moan, every muffled sound as Emeriel trembled beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her orgasm coiled, built, and tightened.
Her beloved was merciless, eating her out as if she were his first meal after a famine: Bliss simmered, assaulting her with ruthless force, frying her brain.
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