Nyx's throat worked as he swallowed the last of the warm, sweet liquid that Elysiana had passed into his mouth with her kiss.
It slid down easily, leaving a trail of tingling warmth that spread through his chest and deeper, igniting something primal.
He pulled back just a fraction, his dark blue eyes searching her face, the black blindfold still covering her sight but doing nothing to hide the flush on her cheeks.
The room's soft lantern light danced over the red sheets of the king-sized bed, and the air hummed with unspoken tension.
'What was that?' Nyx asked, his voice a low rumble, already feeling the shift in his body —a subtle pull toward her, like gravity drawing him closer.
Elysiana's lips parted in a gentle smile, her red hair with those delicate white strands cascading over her shoulders.
Her halo glowed faintly above her head, casting a soft ethereal light.
She sat poised on the edge of the bed, her satin skirt pooling around her thighs, the black leather top clinging to her form.
'It's a special elixir,' she said softly, her tone calm and reassuring, like a guide leading him through sacred rites.
'Crafted from the petals of night-blooming roses and infused with the essence of awakening desires.
It will help you resonate more deeply with the sin of lust, open your heart and body to its flow.'
She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing his jaw.
'Surrender to it, Nyx sama. Let go of all restraint. Embrace your desires fully... and embrace me. I'm here for you, completely.'
Her words wrapped around him like silk, and Nyx felt a sudden burn ignite low in his gut, spreading to his groin.
His cock stirred, hardening with an insistent heat that made him shift uncomfortably.
The fabric of his pants grew tight, the bulge pressing against it unmistakably.
He let out a sharp breath, his hand instinctively moving to adjust himself.
'Elysiana... it's burning. Like fire
flowing through me.'
She tilted her head, her blindfolded gaze seeming to sense the change in him.
A soft intake of breath escaped her, and without a word, her hand moved toward his lap.
Her fingers were steady, elegant as she worked the fastenings of his pants open.
'I can feel it,' she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of reverence and quiet excitement.
'Your body is responding, awakening. Let me ease that for you.'
She reached in carefully, wrapping her cool fingers around his throbbing length and drawing it free.
It stood rigid in the open air, pulsing with need, the tip already beaded with anticipation.
Nyx groaned at the touch, the relief immediate but only fueling the fire. He couldn't hold back anymore.
Leaning forward, he captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, his lips claiming hers with a dominance that surprised even him.
His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of the elixir mixed with her own warmth.
One hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as he devoured her.
Elysiana yielded instantly, her submissive nature shining through as she leaned into him.
Her hand stayed on his cock, stroking slowly, her grip firm but gentle, matching the rhythm of their kiss.
Soft sounds escaped her, muffled against his mouth, as she explored him with careful curiosity.
But the kiss wasn't enough. Nyx's control frayed, and with a growl, he broke away just long enough to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed.
She landed with a soft bounce on the red sheets, her halo flickering like a captured star.
Her satin skirt rode up slightly, revealing the curve of her thighs, and she let out a surprised gasp that turned into a delighted sigh.
'Nyx Sama♡!' she exclaimed, her voice breathy, a hint of that secret fangirl thrill bubbling up. 'You're so strong... I didn't expect—'
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, his eyes dark with intent.
'You said to embrace you,' he murmured, his hands already sliding under the hem of her black leather top, fingers brushing the warm skin of her belly.
It was soft, impossibly smooth, like velvet under his touch.
He dug in gently, feeling the give of her flesh, the subtle tremble that ran through her.
'You have such a sexy body, Elysiana. All these curves... hidden away for so long.'
Her response was immediate —a series of soft moans that spilled from her lips.
'Haegn~ Ehung~ Wait~' The sounds were raw, unfiltered, her body arching slightly under his hands.
No one had ever touched her like this, not with such bold possession.
Her skin, so sensitive from years of isolation in her priestly duties, lit up under his fingers, sending waves of heat flooding through her.
She felt hot all over, her cheeks burning, her core aching in a way she'd only dreamed of.
Nyx paused, his thumb circling her navel lazily, watching her reactions with a predatory smile.
'Why are you so embarrassed now? Just a minute ago, you were telling me to embrace you, to surrender everything.' His voice was teasing but commanding, drawing her out.
'I... I know,' she admitted, her voice a whisper, her hands clutching the sheets.
'But feeling your hands... it's overwhelming. No one's ever... haet~ ...touched me this way. It makes me feel so exposed.' Her words carried that obsessive edge, like a devotee finally in the presence of her idol.
Satisfied with her honesty, Nyx's hand moved higher, his fingers finding the hardened peak of her nipple pressing against the leather.
He pressed down firmly, rolling it between thumb and forefinger through the fabric.
'Like this?' he asked, his tone low and insistent.
'Ehggn♡~!' The moan tore from her, high and needy, her back bowing off the bed.
The sensation shot straight to her core, making her thighs press together instinctively.
He didn't stop there. His palm flattened over her breast, grabbing a generous handful of the soft flesh beneath the top.
He groped it hard, squeezing with just enough force to claim, to mark the moment.
'You are So full, Elysiana.' he murmured, watching her face.
'Haeut♡~ Your hands♡~' Elysiana cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and surprise, her body quivering.
Her face burned red, heat radiating from her skin, and a thin line of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin in her overwhelmed state.
Nyx leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the trail clean, savoring the saltiness.
Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with practiced ease.
He knew exactly how to please a woman —memories from his previous life flooding back, nights spent with three lovers, Elena, Lia and Kotori, who had taught him every curve, every sigh.
He angled his head, exploring her mouth thoroughly, coaxing her tongue to dance with his until she was breathless.
When he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking.
Elysiana's chest heaved, her blindfold slightly askew but still in place.
'Nyx Sama♡... you can take everything from me♡,' she panted, her voice thick with submission and adoration.
'Use me however you wish. Make me yours completely♡. My body and mind... they've always belonged to you. From the moment I saw you, my prince, my apostle♡.' The fangirl obsession laced her words, making them all the more fervent.
Nyx's cock twitched at her surrender, but he kept his dominance steady.
His fingers worked at the laces of her black leather top, undoing them slowly, savoring the reveal.
The fabric parted, exposing her breasts —full and perfect, adorned with swirling tattoos that seemed to pulse faintly with her quickened heartbeat.
'Your body is really beautiful,' he said, his voice husky with genuine awe.
'These tattoos... they make you look like a goddess made for me.'
Before she could respond, he leaned down and bit her skin playfully, just above her collarbone —not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a faint mark, a claim of territory.
She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
'Oh! Nyx sama♡, that... that feels... I like it,' she whispered, her tone eager.
He descended further, his mouth trailing kisses down to her breasts.
Cupping them in his hands, he felt their weight, the softness yielding to his grip.
Elysiana let out a hot moan, long and drawn out, her body arching toward him.
'Mmm... your touch is everything,' she breathed, her fingers threading into his black hair.
Nyx's tongue flicked out, circling her areola slowly, teasing the sensitive skin.
The cherry-red nipple tightened under his attention, and he blew a cool stream of air over it, watching it stand even harder, begging for more.
'Please♡... Nyx sama, suck me♡,' Elysiana begged, her voice trembling with need, that obsessed plea shining through.
'I need your mouth there. Make me feel you.'
He complied without hesitation, taking the peak into his warm mouth.
His lips sealed around it, sucking gently at first, then harder.
He bit playfully, just a graze of teeth, before rolling it with his tongue in lazy circles.
The taste of her skin was clean, faintly floral, driving him wild.
Elysiana cried out in a really loud moan, her body seizing as pleasure crested unexpectedly.
'Ahhh~ Nyx sama♡! I... I can't♡—' Her words cut off in a wail, and suddenly, she squirted, her love juices soaking through her panties and onto the sheets below.
The release hit her like a wave, her thighs trembling, her halo flaring bright for a second.
Nyx lifted his head, smirking down at her flushed form.
'What a lewd girl you are, Elysiana,' he said, his voice teasing but affectionate.
'Cumming just from having your breasts sucked, and without even telling me you were that close. That's a bad girl attitude there.'
She panted heavily, her body in the hazy bliss of aftershocks, chest rising and falling rapidly.
'I'm sorry... it was too much. Your mouth... it's perfect. I didn't mean to—haet♡~'
Her apology dissolved into another moan as Nyx's hand slid lower, pressing his fingers against the drenched fabric of her panties.
He teased the outline of her folds through the wet cloth, feeling the heat and slickness.
'Wait a little bit,' she begged breathily, her hands weakly pushing at his wrist.
'It's too much right now... I just... give me a moment.' Her voice was vulnerable, the composed priestess cracked open by sensation.
But Nyx didn't listen, his dominant side reveling in her pleas.
'No resting yet,' he murmured, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her satin skirt and panties.
He tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, exposing her completely.
Her legs parted almost on instinct, revealing her beautiful hairless pussy, shining with her arousal, the lips swollen and inviting.
The tattoos curved elegantly around her hips, framing the sight like sacred art.
'Gods, look at you,' Nyx said, his breath catching. 'So perfect down here too.'
Elysiana whimpered, trying to close her thighs, but he held them open gently.
'Nyx... don't stare. It's embarrassing.'
He ignored her protest, lowering himself between her legs.
His intent was clear as he positioned his face near her core, inhaling her scent —musky and sweet.
'I want to taste you,' he said firmly.
She panicked, her hands reaching down to cover herself.
'No! It's dirty down there. You don't need to do that. Please, let me...'
Nyx paid her no mind; it was clean, beautiful, and all for him.
He gently moved her hands aside and pressed his lips to her folds in a soft kiss, like worshipping at an altar.
The taste exploded on his tongue —delicate, inviting.
Elysiana moaned again, pleasure overriding her shyness.
'Oh♡~... too sensitive there. Nyx sama, it's... haet~ so good, but♡—'
He didn't let her finish. His tongue circled her folds in teasing strokes, lapping slowly, exploring every petal.
She tasted like rose petals and honey, a nectar that made him thirst for more. He moved upward, finding her clit, and bit it playfully —light, teasing pressure with his teeth.
'Ehggn♡~! Nyx sama♡' She came again, her body bucking, another gush of juices flooding his mouth.
Her cries echoed in the room, raw and unrestrained.
Nyx kept going, his tongue penetrating her entrance now, thrusting in and out as he sucked greedily.
The flavor was addictive, sweet and floral, drawing him deeper.
Her legs locked around his head, thighs squeezing as waves hit her.
Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling him closer even as she gasped. 'Don't stop... please, more. You're driving me mad.'
He drank a decent amount, savoring every drop, until her tremors slowed.
Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His cock, still hard and aching, needed no further invitation.
He took it in hand —though it had been free since earlier, he stroked it once, coating the length in her abundant juices for lubrication.
The slickness made it glisten, ready.
Positioning himself between her thighs, he aligned the tip with her entrance, feeling the heat beckon.
He looked up at her face, her expression a mix of anticipation and trust. He asked, his voice rough with restraint, waiting for her word.
'Are you ready for it, Elysiana?'