Aromatic Flesh-Chapter 117.1: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (9)

“Ooh… Hah… Ahh…” Fragments of moans escaped from the beauty’s slightly parted red lips. Her clear, bright eyes were imbued with a sheen of water, making it hazy and affectionate.

Gu MingYue sat in the chair, her smooth and supple shoulders exposed through the layers of her robes. Her twin pink buds trembled on her chest, and her fair skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that shimmered as her breasts swayed gently.

Her long and slender legs hung from the smooth armrests with her toes curled slightly, while her fingers gripped the side of the armrest tightly. She was writhing slightly, as if in unbearable discomfort.

Jia Ling knelt on the ground with his upper body bent forward. His long black hair draped behind him, falling softly like silk. His head was buried between Gu MingYue’s spread legs, wriggling slightly. From where he was hidden, there came the sound of wetness—soft and clear, yet not loud enough to be heard clearly by others.

This was the first time in his thirty years that Jia Ling had taken the initiative to please a woman.

With his cool and thin lips pressed against the softness of Gu MingYue’s flower, his agile and warm tongue pushed open the tightly closed petals and traced around the opening, sometimes playing with the pulsing core and sometimes sliding in and out of the tight and sensitive flower itself, easily stirring up a sweet-smelling liquid from within.

“Do you like it?” Jia Ling asked hoarsely as he lifted his head from between Gu MingYue’s legs. His lips and chin were covered in a warm, sticky liquid that smelled of lust.

Meanwhile, Gu MingYue was entirely limp from the sensation and unable to speak, while retorting to only coquettishly panting. It was as if her body was like a ball of dough, tender and fragrant, waiting to be kneaded and pinched.

“Want to taste yourself?” The man asked deeply in a low voice, his chest pressing against the woman beneath him. He captured her red lips with his own, refusing to allow her to refuse as he sucked on her lips, before biting and licking them. Their saliva mixed as they kissed, the faintly sweet taste spreading through every corner of the woman’s senses.

Gu MingYue swallowed it all willingly, because though it carried the man’s scent, she wasn’t disgusted by it at all. She returned his kiss with equal passion, naively expressing her desire for the most natural of human pleasures.

Suddenly, Jia Ling shifted his position before rising to his knees. With one hand, he gently pressed Gu MingYue’s head downward, while the other impatiently fumbled with his belt. Beneath him, his shaft stood rigid and pulsating, its veins prominent and throbbing. At the tip, a glistening bead of clear fluid hinted at its readiness.

In fact, the entire length of his member radiated intense heat, its movements ominous.

As the belt silently dropped to the floor, Jia Ling’s layers of clothing unfurled like a peacock’s tail, revealing his chiselled, muscular physique. A few beads of sweat trailed down his chest, accentuating his allure, as if inviting to be savored.

Gu MingYue wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her fingers entwining in his hair as she pressed her chest against his while rubbing herself against him, and feeling the heat between them intensify.

Jia Ling emitted a soft groan as he sensed the woman’s foot lifting his robe and the brush of her calf against his thigh as she encircled her leg around his waist.

He knew that the little beauty beneath him was already burning with desire, and that her body was honestly conveying her need for pleasure. He lifted his hips without a hint of movement, and his large, burning cock slid into the woman’s wet petals easily. After merely a few thrusts, he was already thoroughly drenched in her arousal.

With soft moans escaping her lips, her other foot wrapped around Jia Ling’s waist subconsciously. Her legs crossed, tightening around him as if she wanted to completely envelop him.

“Look at you, so impatient.” The man chuckled lightly, his gaze locked with the woman’s eyes, which shimmered like fireflies on a summer night. He teased her casually, yet the muted groans that escaped his throat betrayed his own eagerness.

Jia Ling’s shaft throbbed with such intensity it felt ready to burst, the extreme swelling causing it to ache. He fought back the violent urges pulsing in his chest, yearning to release his desire. Veins bulged on his forehead as he urged himself to be patient, to methodically guide the young beauty beneath him into a realm of intense sensation. He longed to submerge her in an ocean of desire, never to surface again.

He fantasized about devouring her whole, merging her flesh with his own, not sparing even a single strand of hair.

Gu MingYue’s legs encircled Jia Ling’s powerful waist, their motion causing friction as she closed her eyes and kissed him fervently. Jia Ling’s sinewy muscles emitted an aura of dominance capable of moving mountains and oceans, enveloping her completely like an unseen, colourless cloak.

His heat was so intense it seemed to evaporate the air, yet his touch remained gentle and tender. Positioned between her legs, his solid lower body neither retreated nor advanced, allowing her to arch her back, enticing him to penetrate deeply.

His large, jade-like thumb caressed and pressed against her delicate petals, restraining her longing for release. This teasing gesture ignited a fierce blaze within her, yet he withheld her climax.

Gu MingYue couldn’t endure the slow pace any longer. His sudden tenderness became a form of torment. She longed to taste the sweetness before her, but how could she resist?

Her face contorted with frustration, her eyes brimming with accusation and resentment. They had agreed he would give it to her, and she was ready to take it at any moment. Why was he dragging it out like this? It was enough to make her burn with impatience.

Jia Ling interpreted the emotions in her eyes and lowered his head to lick and suck on her earlobe while his hand continued its movements. The tips of his fingers were drenched in her wetness as they glided over her delicate folds, while the firm shaft beneath him dripped with moisture, leaving behind sticky threads. A few droplets hung from the tip, and more warm liquid flowed down the sides of the chair to merge with the puddle on the floor. The woman beneath him was so sensitive and moist that she practically dripped.

“Want… Want…” Gu MingYue whimpered as she reached down to touch the man’s lower body, but her hand was caught before it could even make contact with his skin. She wriggled her hips, but her lower body was not just wet – it was entirely soaked, and no word in this world could adequately describe the sensation.

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