Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 474: Let’s go, i’m not satisfied… (R-18)

Inari’s hand slid beneath the water, finding what it sought without hesitation. Her fingers closed around him, firm and purposeful, cutting off any response he might have.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, her warm breath against his ear as her hand began a slow, deliberate movement. "You always get like this after problems arise... so tense..."

Kael held his breath, his muscles involuntarily contracting under her touch. "Inari—"

"Shhh..." She interrupted, her mouth finding the curve of his neck in a kiss that was more of a gentle bite. "I took care of everything. The problems that could bother you... disappeared. The ones that might be useful... remain."

Her pace gradually increased, her hand moving with an intimate familiarity that spoke of years of muscle-to-muscle, nerve-to-nerve knowledge. The water rippled around them, creating hypnotic patterns on the murky surface.

"You should be thanking me," she murmured between kisses and nibbles along his shoulder. "Instead of questioning me..."

Kael tried to form words, but all that came out was a low moan as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. Her other hand gripped the edge of the tub, her knuckles white.

"See?" Inari smiled against his skin, satisfied. "It’s so much better when you stop thinking... stop worrying..."

She quickened her pace, her own breathing becoming heavier, her breasts pressing against his back. The hot water felt even hotter now, the steam thicker, as if the room itself were reacting to the growing intensity between them.

"Let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice a promise and a command at the same time. "Let me take care of everything..."

Kael couldn’t resist any longer, his head recoiling against the edge of the tub, his eyes closing as the sensation took over. Politics, alliances, threats—all vanished in the warmth of the water and her touch, replaced by something far more immediate, far more primal.

And as he surrendered, Inari smiled, knowing she had achieved exactly what she wanted—his silence, his submission, his temporary forgetfulness of all inconvenient questions.

At least for now... and well, now it was time for her to enjoy her dear husband.

Inari slid back into the water, her eyes fixed on Kael’s with a possessive glint.

"Stand up," she ordered, her voice soft but uncompromising. "Sit on the edge."

Kael, still panting, obeyed. Water trickled from his body as he stood, the cooler air of the room meeting his warm skin and sending shivers down his spine. He leaned against the stone edge and sat, his legs still partially submerged.

Inari emerged from the water with the grace of a feline, her body outlined by the soft ambient light. Drops trickled down her curves, shimmering like diamonds on her pale skin. She knelt between his open legs, her hands resting on his thighs.

"This is better," she murmured, looking down at him, still hard and throbbing. "I see you better this way."

She then leaned forward, her breasts meeting around him. The soft, damp skin was a heavenly contrast to the firmness of his member. She began to move, creating a slow, sensual rhythm, her breasts massaging him from base to tip in a fluid motion. The water still dripping from her body mingled with his natural moisture, creating a soft, wet sound that filled the silence.

Kael groaned, his head recoiling, his abdominal muscles contracting. His hands buried themselves in her damp hair, not to guide her, but to cling to something, to someone.

"Damn it, Inari..."

She looked up through her eyelashes, a victorious smile on her lips. "Did you like it? It’s only the beginning."

Her pace quickened, her breasts pressing harder, the friction becoming more intense, more urgent. She watched him squirm, felt him throb against her skin, and it fueled her own desire. But then, she stopped.

Kael opened his eyes, an expression of frustration and confusion on his face. "Don’t stop..."

"Shhh," she whispered, her hand encircling him again, pumping slowly a few times before bringing the swollen, sensitive tip to her mouth.

She didn’t dive in. Not immediately. First, her tongue came out, licking the salty drop that had formed on the head, in a slow, deliberate motion. She savored it, her eyes closing for a moment of pure pleasure. Then, she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently while her hand continued to work at the base.

The groan that escaped Kael was hoarse, guttural. His hand gripped his hair tighter.

Inari began to descend, taking more of him into her warm mouth, her tongue pressing against the sensitive lower part. Her movement was skillful, perfect, a combination of suction, tongue pressure, and the steady motion of her hand. She created a gentle vacuum with her mouth as she moved up and down in a rhythm that soon had Kael trembling.

"I... Inari, I’m going to..."

She didn’t stop. Instead, she sank deeper, taking almost all of it, until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles, allowing him to slide even deeper, and then looked up, meeting his glazed eyes.

The sight of her kneeling, with him deep in her mouth, her eyes slightly teary but maintaining eye contact, was what broke Kael. A muffled roar escaped him as he exploded in her mouth, his body arching violently forward.

Inari didn’t back down. She swallowed it all, continuing her gentle movements until each contraction had passed and he was limp and sensitive to her tongue. Only then did she release herself with a soft pop.

Kael collapsed back, panting, completely exhausted against the cold edge of the tub.

Inari crawled up, climbing onto his lap again. She kissed his chest, then his neck, and finally his lips, making him savor himself.

Inari remained on his lap, but slid down, aligning herself perfectly over him. She didn’t let him enter—not yet. Instead, she positioned herself so that the warm, wet entrance of her sex just grazed the sensitive, still throbbing tip of his. A light contact, unbearably suggestive.

She paused there, suspended, her hips making small, lascivious circles that moistened him with her own arousal, but never yielding to penetration. Her eyes, dark with desire and power, locked onto his.

"You realize, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice laden with an ancient and undeniable authority. "What you have here... in your lap."

She sank perhaps an inch, just enough for his head to feel the incredibly warm grip, before pulling back again. A hoarse groan escaped Kael, his hips involuntarily contracting upward, seeking more.

Inari smiled, a goddess’s smile playing with her devotee. She clamped his wrists against the edge of the tub, her supernatural strength unquestionable.

"Not so fast, my love," she murmured. "Answer me. Do you know who you’re about to lie with?"

She lowered herself a little more, this time a little further, allowing him to feel the soft, moist folds enveloping the head of his member. The air escaped Kael’s lungs in a trembling sigh.

"Inari... please..."

"’Please’ what?" she nudged, stopping all movement. "Please, my goddess? Please, the woman who would kill all the lesser gods just to have you for myself? I’m quite a possessive woman, you know?"

She released one of his wrists and brought her hand to his face, forcing him to look directly at her. Her eyes seemed to glow with an inner light.

"You want to fuck a goddess, Kael? You want to bury yourself in this... this divine flesh until you forget your own name?"

To emphasize her point, she finally, finally, sank completely into him in a single fluid and relentless movement, swallowing him to the hilt. The cry he let out was one of pure surrender.

She didn’t move, allowing him to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being completely inside her, enveloped in a supernaturally perfect warmth.

"Then tell me," she ordered, her voice a soft roar against her lips. "Say what you want."

Kael, his eyes glazed, every fiber of his being focused on the point where they were joined, gasped the only words that mattered:

"You... only you... always you..."

That was what Inari wanted to hear. Her expression softened into triumph and possessive affection.

"Good boy," she whispered, beginning to move with a slow, deep cadence that made the bathwater splash in rhythm. "Now... remember this. You are mine. And this... this is your privilege."

And she began to ride him seriously, each descent an affirmation, each ascent a promise, sealing not only their bodies, but their submission and their dominance, in that humid and intimate space.

Inari began to ride with an intensity that made the bathwater splash violently to the sides. Each descent was a calculated impact, her hips slamming against his with a force that echoed off the stone. Kael cried out, his fingers gripping the edge of the tub so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Harder," she commanded, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin. "Give me everything."

He obeyed, his hips arching upward to meet her halfway, each thrust a fusion of pain and pleasure so intense that it blurred the boundaries between them. The hot water splashed on their skin, mingling with the sweat that ran down their backs.

Inari leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was more of a battle than a caress. Her teeth bit his lower lip, pulling it until she tasted the metallic flavor of blood. Kael groaned into her mouth, his hands rising to grip her hair, pulling her even closer.

She broke the kiss, breathless. "You’re mine," she growled, increasing the pace until their bodies moved in an almost animalistic frenzy. "Every part of you. Every thought. Every breath."

Kael could no longer form words. All that came out of his mouth were hoarse, fragmented moans, each one elicited by a thrust deeper than the last. He felt the pressure building in his abdomen, an unbearable tension that promised a cataclysmic release.

Inari saw the tension in his eyes, felt his accelerated pulse within her. She smiled, wild and triumphant.

"Come," she ordered, her voice an unquestionable command. "Come to your goddess. Show me that you are mine."

That was enough. Kael cried out, his body arching violently as he exploded inside her, waves of pleasure so intense he saw white patches behind her closed eyelids. His release seemed endless, each contraction deeper than the last, as he emptied himself completely into her. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Inari didn’t stop. She continued riding him through his crisis, extracting every last drop, until he was trembling and palpable. Only then did she allow her own orgasm to overtake her.

She didn’t scream. Instead, a low, guttural sound escaped her throat, and her body contracted around him in a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms. She buried her face in his neck, her teeth sinking into the flesh as the wave swept over her, marking him once more as hers.

For long minutes, the only sound was her panting breath and the gentle splashing of water calming around them.

Inari finally relaxed, her weight collapsing onto him. She kissed the bite mark on his neck, then his lips, with a tenderness that contrasted brutally with the fierce possessiveness of moments before.

"Let’s go," she whispered, her voice hoarse with satisfaction. "I’m not satisfied..."