NOVEL NEXT Chapter 559: The Priestesses (3)
The air in the Breathing Library pulsed thicker now, a living current that wove through the ancient roots and trembling shelves, as if the Grove itself were conspiring to bind Mikhailis, Talyra, and Nessa in this forbidden dance. The priestesses' moonweave robes, now hiked up, revealed the delicate lace of their undergarments—damp, clinging, and faintly translucent in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Mikhailis's restraint frayed like a threadbare tapestry, his pulse hammering in sync with the Grove's heartbeat. He couldn't stop. Didn't want to.
Talyra's lips found his again, her breath a trembling whisper against his mouth.
"Mmm… slrp…" The sound was soft, wet, a delicate suction as her tongue slipped forward, tentative but eager. It brushed against his, curling like a vine seeking sunlight, slow and exploratory. Her taste was wild, like honeyed berries warmed by a summer dusk, laced with a faint tang of starwater that clung to the back of his throat. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the soft ridges of hers, coaxing it into a bolder rhythm. "Nnh… slrp… ahh…" she murmured, her voice vibrating against his lips.
Nessa, not to be outdone, pressed closer on his other side, her angular elven ears twitching slightly as she leaned in. Her lips met his with a hungrier edge, her tongue darting forward in quick, teasing flicks. "Slrp… mmmh…" The sound was sharper, more insistent, like water lapping at a riverbank. Her taste was different—cooler, like mint leaves crushed against stone, with a subtle earthiness that grounded the sweetness. Mikhailis's tongue chased hers, swirling in slow, deliberate circles, savoring the contrast of her coolness against Talyra's warmth. "Haa… slrp… Your Highness…" Nessa's voice was a breathy gasp, barely audible.
His hands didn't idle. Fingers traced the curve of Talyra's thigh, slipping beneath the damp lace to find the slick warmth of her skin. Her pussy was soft, petals parted slightly, the labia flushed a deep rose and glistening with arousal. His touch was slow, deliberate, circling the sensitive bud of her clitoris, eliciting a sharp "Ahh… nnh!" from her lips. Nessa's hips shifted closer, and his other hand found her, fingers brushing the silken heat of her inner thighs. Her pussy was tighter, the labia a darker hue, slick with a viscous, clear fluid that coated his fingers. "Mmm… slrp… ohh…" she moaned, her tongue faltering against his as his touch deepened.
The priestesses' breaths grew ragged, their tongues weaving a chaotic symphony with his—slrp, mmm, ahh—each sound a thread in the tapestry of their shared hunger. Mikhailis's cock, freed from the confines of his robe, pressed insistently against their warmth, the tip brushing the damp lace of Talyra's undergarments, then Nessa's. The sensation was electric, a pulse of heat that made his breath catch. He couldn't hold back any longer.
With a low groan, he lifted Talyra, her lithe frame light in his arms. Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against a pulsing shelf. The wood thrummed beneath them, as if approving. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth, muffling her gasp. "Slrp… mmmh… Your Highness…" Her taste flooded his senses again, that wild berry sweetness now tinged with the salt of her arousal. His cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy yielding as he thrust forward with a single, powerful motion.
"OHH… GODS!" Talyra's cry was sharp, her voice breaking as her body arched against him. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and warm, the inner walls pulsing as a rush of clear fluid dripped down her thighs, pooling on the moss below. The sound was wet, obscene—a soft squelch as he moved inside her.
Nessa's hands clutched his arm, her lips finding his jaw. "Slrp… nnh… don't forget me…" Her tongue flicked against his skin, her minty taste grounding him as he turned to kiss her. His hand didn't stop, fingers plunging deeper into her pussy, curling to find the spot that made her gasp. "AHH… YES!" she cried, her voice a desperate shout as her hips bucked against his hand, her own fluid slick and abundant, coating his fingers in a warm, sticky sheen.
The Grove hummed, the air thick with the scent of arousal—sweet, musky, and primal. Mikhailis thrust again, deeper, Talyra's cries—"OHH… GODS… YES!"—mingling with Nessa's moans—"NNH… MORE!" The rhythm of their bodies, the wet slrp and squelch, the trembling shelves, all wove into a forbidden hymn, echoing through the sacred chamber.
The Breathing Library pulsed with a life of its own, its enchanted shelves trembling in rhythm with the escalating heat that enveloped Mikhailis, Talyra, and Nessa. The air was heavy with the scent of ancient wood, starwater, and the musky sweetness of their shared arousal, a primal perfume that clung to every breath. The faint glow of the lanterns cast flickering shadows across their bodies, illuminating the delicate curves beneath the priestesses' moonweave robes, now bunched and damp with desire. Mikhailis's restraint had crumbled, his body a taut bowstring ready to snap, every nerve alight with the fire of their closeness.
Talyra, still trembling from his first powerful thrust, clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the light like molten moonlight, her rounded elven ears twitching with every shuddering breath. Nessa, pressed close on his other side, her angular ears sharp against the soft curve of her jaw, gazed at him with eyes that burned with a mix of awe and hunger. Their robes, once pristine, were now disheveled, the lace undergarments beneath clinging to their thighs, slick with the evidence of their arousal.
Mikhailis's lips found Talyra's again, muffling her breathy gasps as his tongue plunged into her mouth, a slow, deliberate invasion. "Slrp… mmmh…" The sound was wet, intimate, a soft suction as his tongue coiled around hers, savoring the wild berry sweetness that lingered like a forbidden fruit. Her tongue responded, curling back in a shy dance, tentative at first, then bolder, chasing his with a rhythm that matched the pulse of the Grove. "Nnh… slrp… Your Highness…" she murmured into his mouth, her voice a trembling whisper, her breath hot and ragged.
His strong hands, calloused yet gentle, roamed her body, one gripping the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held her against the pulsing shelf. The other hand slid down Nessa's back, tracing the delicate arch of her spine before slipping beneath the damp lace to find her cave, warm and slick. His fingers moved with precision, circling the sensitive bud at her entrance, then dipping inside, eliciting a sharp "AHH… YES!" from Nessa's lips. Her cave clenched around his fingers, the inner walls pulsing, a viscous stream of her arousal coating his hand, dripping slowly to the moss below.
The flesh-on-flesh sounds filled the air, a rhythmic "slap… slap…" as Mikhailis's hips rocked against Talyra, his length buried deep within her cave, each thrust deliberate and slow, drawing out her pleasure. Her body arched, her head tilting back as she cried out, "OHH… GODS… IT'S TOO MUCH!" Her voice was a desperate shout, the sheer size of him stretching her to the edge of ecstasy, her cave gripping him tightly, slick with her juices. The wet squelch of their union mingled with the soft "slrp… mmm…" of their kisses, a symphony of desire that echoed through the sacred chamber.
Mikhailis turned to Nessa, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep to silence her moans. "Slrp… haah…" Her taste was cooler, like crushed mint leaves with a hint of earth, grounding him even as his body burned. Her tongue was hungrier, darting against his in quick, teasing flicks before surrendering to a deeper, slower rhythm. "Mmm… nnh… Your Highness…" she gasped, her voice muffled against his lips as his hand worked her cave, fingers curling to find the spot that made her hips buck wildly. "AHH… FUCK YES!" she cried, her body trembling as a fresh wave of her arousal spilled over his hand, warm and sticky.
The trio moved through the library, their passion carrying them from the shelf to the moss-woven cushions scattered across the floor. Mikhailis eased Talyra down, her back sinking into the soft, verdant bed, her legs still wrapped around him. His hands roamed her body, tracing the swell of her breasts beneath the moonweave, thumbs brushing her hardened nipples through the fabric, making her gasp, "NNH… OH GODS!" He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep, muffling her cries as he thrust into her cave, slow and powerful, the "slap… slap…" of their bodies a steady beat against the Grove's heartbeat.
Nessa followed, her body pressed against his side, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed his neck, her tongue tracing the line of his jaw. "Slrp… mmm…" The sound was softer now, more desperate, as she ground her hips against his hand, her cave dripping with need. Mikhailis's fingers moved faster, plunging deeper, his thumb circling her clit with relentless precision. "OHH… GODS… PLEASE!"