Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Slowly, slowly, she leaned closer until they were almost touching. Her nipples tightened, and she felt an instant rush of heat at his closeness. She glanced down at his chest, watching the pulse beating rapidly at his neck, then met his lips with hers.

His kiss was everything she had hoped for: the strength of his mouth pushed her back and pushed her senses towards overload. She let her tongue slide against his, lost in a moment of exhilaration. When he reached out to cup the curve of her breast, she gasped into his mouth, unable to stifle a moan. Enjoy exclusive chapters from m-v l'e|m,p| y- r

Finally, she stepped back, overwhelmed by his sudden lust. It was intimidating and intoxicating. She wanted more. So did he.

Johana observed Alatara's surprised reaction, realizing that Jaegar had an undeniable effect on her. Truth be told, Johana herself felt a rising sense of arousal at the sight of Jaegar's youthful and powerful physique. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience his touch to succumb to the desires that were coursing through her veins.

She licked her lips, approaching Alatara with a sly smile.

"Isn't he appetising?" Johana whispered, catching Alatara off guard.

Alatara, momentarily startled, turned to face her.

Johana chuckled at her reaction. "Don't worry; no one's going to talk. You know that already."

Alatara took Johana's hands in gratitude, expressing her thanks for the unconventional arrangement.

Johana reassured her, "Anything for you, dear."

Johana instructed the maids to prepare the bed for the two of them and left the chambers, leaving Alatara to embrace the anticipation of what awaited her with Jaegar.

Alatara embodies the epitome of beauty and grace within the confines of her era. Her dark blonde hair cascades in gentle waves, framing a countenance that exudes both regality and warmth. The lustrous strands catch the light, creating an ethereal halo around her.

Her skin, a pristine canvas, is of a milky white hue, a testament to her noble lineage that has been sheltered from the sun's harsh rays. It serves as a symbol of her elevated status, with an almost porcelain quality that accentuates the delicate features of her face.

Alatara's stature is commanding, befitting her aristocratic standing. She possesses regal height, standing tall and poised in every setting. Her presence, whether in the grand halls of her home or the bustling streets of Pompaelo, commands attention and admiration.

The silhouette of Alatara is a celebration of feminine allure. Her attire, carefully chosen from the finest fabrics, drapes in elegant folds that highlight her curves without compromising her modesty. Her ears are adorned with exquisite earrings, each one a dazzling display of gemstones and precious metals. The delicate sway of the earrings as she moves adds a touch of grace to her every gesture.

Her neck was adorned with a necklace of intricate design, crafted with meticulous attention to detail. The pendant at its center, a mesmerizing gemstone, catches the light and sparkles with an ethereal beauty. Alatara's fingers are adorned with delicate rings, each one a symbol of her refined taste and sophistication.

Her bosom, a symbol of fertility and womanhood, is generously proportioned, adding to her allure. The garments she selects complement this feature, enhancing the natural grace of her figure while maintaining the modesty expected of a woman of her standing.

Alatara's long, flowing hair cascades down her back, adding to the overall elegance of her appearance. Her eyes, a striking shade of emerald green, were now fixated on Jaegar, never leaving him out of sight.

After everyone left the chambers, Alatara moved around Jaegar and stopped behind him, captivated by the black, red runic tattoo on his back.

No matter how she looked at it, it didn't seem like a simple tattoo.

"What's this on your back?" She asked, placing her hand on his back and feeling the muscles.

Jaegar looked at her, turning his head. "Just some tattoos."

Alatara narrowed her eyes, moving to the front. She leaned closer until her bosom were pressed against him. Her nipples tightened, and she could feel an instant rush of heat at his closeness.

Jaegar stared at her. She obviously wanted him, and Jaegar's libido had hit the roof as it had been a while with all his pent-up. He could feel her heart beating fast as she was pressed against him. he moved his head to meet her lips with his.

Jaegar just wanted to satisfy his lust for the moment, not that he had any plans to escape from this beauty standing in front of him. She was the epitome of beauty, and Jaegar thought he would think about escaping later after spending time with her.

Alatara took his hand in hers as she led him to the bed and let him sit on the bed.

Jaegar, taking the opportunity, explored her thighs, stretching the gown tight against her swollen, sodden womanhood. She groaned at the teasing touch.

She eased herself from his hands while her hand caressed his cheek, with a teasing smile playing on her lips.

She sank to her knees, staring at him. She removed his loincloth, freeing the raging boner he had for a while. From the angle she had, his burgeoning erection looked gigantic. No longer did she see the smooth muscles and defined lines. She now saw flesh, pulsing and erect, and all she could think was desire.

Jaegar smiled ravenously as she placed her hands on his phallus. Then she pressed her lips on the tip, sending a sudden thrill down his spine. The enormous length poised between them was slick from excitement. She pulled her head back once and opened her mouth to take him in.

With one gulp, she took his member into her mouth, bobbing it down in one go. Jaegar grunted as his tip hit her throat and slid in.

She placed her hands at the base, massaging his balls while she worked with his shaft. As Jaegar felt the intense pleasure coursing through his body, he couldn't help but lose himself in the moment. The sensation of her skilled hands and mouth working together sent waves of ecstasy rippling through him, making him yearn for more.

Jaegar threw his head back, feeling her warm, moist lips, and the sound of her sucking him only added to his arousal.

She knew what she was doing and worked exceptionally well with his member, making sure he was getting off, as did she. The chamber was filled with their passionate moans and heavy breathing, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The wind whistled once in a while, and the sound of firesticks stuck on the walls added a primal element to their intense encounter.

The flickering flames cast dancing shadows, heightening the sense of urgency and desire between them.

Jaegar's mind was consumed by the pleasure, and his body responded eagerly to her every touch.

Her slender and soft hands held his balls and cradled them in her hands, making him lose control.

Jaegar, not unable to resist any longer, brought his hands to the back of his head and started pushing back and forth, humping his hips into her mouth.

When he was about to cum, he took his member out of her mouth. He then pulled her arms up with one hand and her dress with another, breaking the fragile chain of her ornate belt.

She didn't care about it nor that it matter to her right now. She had urgent matters on her mind.

Then Jaegar pushed forward and thrust his entire shaft into her mouth. Her garments swung with her movement, glittering in the starry light and fire.

"Now, take me in your mouth again," Jaegar spoke, surprising Alatara. She could feel the dominance in his voice, and she wanted to listen to him. His words, in a commanding tone, had sent shivers down her spine.

For a moment, her jaw worked desperately to take him, while she gasped in shocked surprise, but soon her eagerness overwhelmed her. As Jaegar held her hands by the wrists, it was preventing her from burying her face into his muscular thighs and sucking him in completely.

Jaegar held her there while she groaned loudly, the taste of his shaft fanning her desire. She pushed her tongue forward to explore, swirling around the length of his shaft and across the tip as he released a harsh gasp of pleasure. He smelled like the sweet scent, which made her want to swallow him whole.

Her breathing came fast and shallow, her nerves tingling as the fighter's cock disappeared again and again, in and out of her mouth. A bead of precum dripped onto her cheek, another splashed onto her chest, and her body ached for more.

Despite her restraints, she sucked tight around his length, struggling to draw him deep into her throat, her head bobbing hungrily as he withdrew slightly only to thrust back in.

Over and over again, he used her mouth, and over and over again, she welcomed it, both of them driven wild by the lust and wanton need. If he moved just a little faster and held her just a little tighter, she would be able to bear it no longer, but he seemed to know, keeping me dancing on the edge of excitement.