Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 167 - : : Sphinx!

Thristle’s deep amethyst eyes, wide and sparkling, met his. A mischievous smirk played on her lips, her long canines peeking from her mouth. She was already in motion.

"My King, you are so unfair," she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Her lips found his, a hungry, immediate press.

She kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging inside, exploring with playful aggression. "Making us wait, making us guess."

He broke the kiss, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Cut me some slack, Thristle. I am just a poor man."

She giggled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his lips. "A poor man who continues even after filling his many queens." Her eyes narrowed playfully. "You have endless energy."

"Oh, do I?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low growl. His hands moved to the silk of her gown.

"Then perhaps we should put that energy to better use." He tugged the fabric, his intent clear. "Now, silence that mouth and shed those layers."

She laughed, a bright, uninhibited sound, sitting up and pulling the gown over her head.

It drifted to the floor like a discarded violet cloud. She sat before him, her red skin glowing, her rounded hips and slender waist a tantalizing sight.

Her breasts, though not massive, were firm and proud, their tips already taut. She giggled again, her gaze locking onto his.

He pulled her in, both kneeling on the plush mattress, facing each other. Her arms encircled his neck once more, her fingers tangling in his white hair as their mouths reconnected.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips, then diving inside. His hands began their exploration, tracing the elegant line of her spine, then moving to the swell of her hips.

He felt the tautness of her muscles, the subtle undulation of her flesh. He cupped her bare bottom, kneading the firm, ample globes.

A soft moan escaped her lips, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated against his.

He then sat back, pulling her with him until he was seated, legs crossed.

He looked at her, a slow grin spreading across his face.

She understood, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Oh, My King," She breathed, her voice husky.

She shifted, getting onto all fours, her body graceful, predatory.

Her gaze dropped to his throbbing shaft, which had sprung to attention, thick and rigid.

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out, tasting the tip, tracing the sensitive ridge.

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

He reached out, his fingers tangling in her violet hair, gently stroking her head. "Good girl."

Encouraged, she giggled, a playful glint in her eyes. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, her fingers curling around its considerable length.

She drooled, letting a thick stream of saliva coat his eager flesh, her tongue still teasing the head.

"You like that, don’t you, My King?" she purred, her voice muffled by his shaft.

"More than you know, Thristle," he murmured, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

She giggled again, her hands stroking him, coating him entirely in her wetness.

Then, she opened her mouth wider, taking the head inside, sucking gently.

She began to lick him like an ice cream, swirling her tongue around the tip, then slowly working her way down the shaft, savoring every inch.

"Mmm, so sweet, so firm," She hummed, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as she continued her work.

"Oh, you’re good at this, aren’t you?" He teased, his voice thick with desire.

She pulled back, her lips glistening, a triumphant grin on her face.

She pressed his massive shaft against her cheek, feeling its heat, its throbbing pulse. "I love you, My King," She whispered, her voice earnest, "and I love this."

She nuzzled him, her cheek rubbing against his rigid flesh.

Then, slowly, reverently, she took him back into her mouth, savoring him, worshiping him.

Her tongue explored every corner, every ridge, every curve of his shaft within her mouth.

He growled, a deep, primal sound of pure pleasure.

She began to bob her head, taking him deeper, her throat working around his length.

She gave him a deep throat, her eyes tearing up from the intensity, but she didn’t stop.

He reached out, his hands finding the back of her head, gently guiding her, helping her to bob faster, deeper.

"Mmmph!" She choked, her throat unable to accommodate his full length, but she persevered, her dedication unwavering.

He pulled her head back slightly, allowing her to breathe. She looked up at him, eyes wide and watery, a flush spreading across her red skin.

Then she grabbed her breasts, placing his shaft between the soft, yielding globes.

He pushed his hips forward, burying himself between them, her breasts cushioning him perfectly.

She immediately began to suckle him again, her mouth closing around the tip, her hands working his shaft, drawing him deeper into her mouth and between her breasts.

He growled, a satisfied smile on his lips, feeling the warmth of her breasts against his shaft and the hot wetness of her mouth.

She continued, alternately sucking and pressing him between her breasts, her throat working rhythmically.

The pressure built, a sweet, agonizing torment.

Finally, he climaxed, a hot, thick gush filling her mouth and spilling over her breasts. He pulled her head back, making her take it all.

She sat up from all fours, coughing softly, her lips glistening with his seed.

He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. "Open your mouth, Thristle."

She nodded, her eyes still watery, her chest heaving. He saw his cum, thick and white, coating her tongue. He grinned. "Savor it, then drink it."

She obliged, her tongue tracing the edges of her teeth, tasting him. She gargled a bit, then swallowed, a soft gulp echoing in the room. She licked her lips, slowly, seductively. "Delicious, My King."

He chuckled, then gently pushed her onto her front. "Now, for a new game."

He guided her, positioning her body. "Lay on your front, weight on your elbows. Stretch one leg out, bend the other to the side."

"Oh, My King, what is this position?" She asked, her voice a breathless whisper, but she followed his instructions, her flexible body adapting easily.

"This, Thristle, is the Sphinx," He murmured, positioning himself above her, leaning on his hands for support, grabbing her stretched-out leg.

He penetrated her, pushing deep, hard, from the very beginning.

She cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound, her body arching. A satisfied, almost blissful smile spread across her face, her eyes half-closed. "Oh, My King! Yes! This feels... incredible!"

She moaned continuously, her hips thrusting up to meet his. "Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!"

He thrust like a madman, hitting all the right spots inside her, her tight passage gripping him perfectly. "You like that, do you, Thristle?"

"Oh, I love it, My King! More! Faster!" she pleaded, her hips twitching uncontrollably.

She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it gently, then firmly, for extra sensation.

He leaned in, his mouth closing over one of her nipples, sucking hard, teasing it with his tongue.

Her entire body was in ecstasy, writhing beneath him. "Ahhh! My King! Oh, yes! I love this! Don’t stop!"

Her body convulsed, a guttural cry tearing from her lips as she climaxed, her muscles clenching around him.

He chuckled darkly, his voice a low growl. "You were talking so much, Thristle, but you’re the one who came first."

She whimpered, her voice raw with pleasure. "I’m sorry, My King. Punish me. Use me any way you want."

He chuckled lowly, then pulled her up, still impaled inside her.

He sat cross-legged, then made her sit on his lap, her back against his chest.

He grabbed her legs, pulling them away, wide, all the way wide, forcing her into a full side split.

"Ahhh! My King! My thighs will break!" She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure in her voice.

"You said I could do anything, Thristle," He reminded her, his voice firm.

She moaned uncontrollably, feeling the intense stretch in her nerves, the cramps starting to set in.

He pulled her up and down in that position, violently, fucking her thoroughly, relentlessly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss, her tongue tangling with his.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, plundering its depths.

He didn’t let her legs come back, if anything, he tried to split them as far as possible, not caring if they might break.

He continued mercilessly, her cries and moans filling the room.

Finally, what felt like an eternity, he climaxed inside her, a hot, thick gush filling her womb.

She cried out, her body convulsing, climaxing with him once more. But he didn’t stop.

He pulled her off the bed, still inside her, telling her to grab the edge of the large bed.

She was now in a supergirl position, like she was flying, her body stretched horizontally, her legs still split wide.

Her only support was her hands gripping the bed’s edge, and his hands holding her legs apart.

She felt the cramps, the nerve stretch, the agonizing pleasure. She could do nothing but moan, her head thrown back, her hair a violet cascade.

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END OF Chapter : 167 : SPHINX!

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A/N: I give up. More the wives, more the porn Chapters. So, I can’t finish it in 2-3 Chapters. Whatever, I hope you guys are enjoying.

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