NOVEL NEXT Chapter 560: The Priestesses (4)
"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!" she shouted, her voice breaking as her body shuddered, her arousal spilling in a warm, viscous flood that coated his hand and thighs.
The air grew hotter, the scent of their mingled fluids—sweet, musky, and primal—thickening with every movement. Mikhailis lifted Nessa now, her lithe frame light in his powerful arms, her legs parting instinctively as he pressed her against a nearby shelf. The wood pulsed beneath her, as if alive with their passion. His lips claimed hers, his tongue plunging deep to muffle her cries. "Slrp… haah… mmmh…" Her minty taste flooded his senses, sharp and intoxicating, as his length pressed against her cave, the tip brushing her slick entrance.
With a single, powerful thrust, he entered her, her cave tight and warm, stretching to accommodate his size. "OHH… GODS… IT'S HUGE!" Nessa screamed, her voice raw with pleasure, her body arching against the shelf as her cave clenched around him, a rush of her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the floor below. The wet squelch of their union mingled with the "slap… slap…" of his thrusts, each movement slow and deliberate, drawing out her ecstasy.
Talyra, not content to be forgotten, crawled closer, her hands roaming Mikhailis's back, fingers digging into his muscles as she kissed his shoulder. "Slrp… nnh…" Her lips moved against his skin, her tongue tracing slow arcs, her berry-sweet taste lingering as she pressed herself against him. Her cave, still slick from their earlier union, brushed against his thigh, leaving a trail of her arousal. "OHH… YOUR HIGHNESS… PLEASE!" she cried, her voice a desperate plea as she ground against him, her body trembling with need.
Mikhailis's hands never stopped, one gripping Nessa's hip, holding her steady as he thrust deeper, the other finding Talyra's cave again, fingers plunging inside to match the rhythm of his hips. "Slap… squelch… slap…" The sounds filled the chamber, a primal cadence that wove with their cries—"OHH… GODS!" "AHH… YES!"—and the wet "slrp… mmm…" of their kisses. His tongue danced with Nessa's, then Talyra's, back and forth, each kiss a promise, each thrust a vow, binding them in a tapestry of passion and intimacy.
The Grove seemed to pulse faster now, its roots trembling beneath them, as if feeding on their desire. The air was thick with the scent of their fluids—clear, viscous, and glistening in the lantern light. Mikhailis's thrusts grew deeper, more insistent, his length filling Nessa's cave with a heat that made her scream, "OHH… GODS… I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Her body shuddered, her climax spilling over in a warm, sticky flood that coated his length, dripping to the moss below.
Talyra's moans grew louder, her cave clenching around his fingers as she reached her own peak. "OHH… GODS… YES!" she shouted, her body trembling as her juices flowed, mingling with Nessa's on the floor. Mikhailis kissed her deeply, his tongue muffling her cries, the "slrp… haah…" of their lips a final note in the symphony of their passion.
The Breathing Library seemed to hold its breath, its ancient roots pulsing in sync with the raw, primal energy that enveloped Mikhailis, Talyra, and Nessa. The air was thick with the heady scent of their mingled arousal—sweet, musky, and laced with the faint, floral tang of starwater that clung to the damp moss beneath them. The enchanted lanterns cast a soft, golden glow, illuminating the disheveled beauty of the two priestesses, their moonweave robes now tangled and clinging to their sweat-slicked bodies. Their silver hair, once neatly bound, spilled in wild cascades over their shoulders, framing their dark, glistening skin. Talyra's rounded elven ears twitched with every shuddering breath, her full lips parted, flushed a deep rose from their fervent kisses. Nessa's sharper, angular ears framed her face like delicate blades, her eyes wide and glassy with unrestrained desire. Both women, in their unraveling, were not just beautiful but radiant with a primal, untamed arousal that seemed to hum in harmony with the Grove itself.
Mikhailis's hands, strong and steady, roamed their bodies with a reverence that bordered on worship. His fingers traced the curve of Talyra's waist, then Nessa's thigh, feeling the trembling heat beneath their skin. Their undergarments, delicate lace now soaked and nearly transparent, clung to their forms, revealing the soft, inviting contours of their caves. The air thrummed with anticipation, the shelves vibrating softly as if the Grove were a silent witness to their forbidden ritual.
Talyra's breath hitched as Mikhailis leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. "Slrp… mmmh…" The sound was soft, wet, a gentle suction as his tongue curled around hers, savoring the wild berry sweetness that lingered like a sacred offering. Her tongue responded, tentative at first, then bolder, twining with his in a slow, intimate dance. "Nnh… Your Highness… it's so much…" she murmured, her voice trembling with need. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the slick warmth of her cave, eliciting a sharp "Ahh… ohh!" as her hips bucked against his touch.
Nessa pressed closer, her lips finding his neck, her tongue tracing a slow, teasing path along his jaw. "Slrp… haah…" Her minty taste flooded his senses, cool and grounding, as her tongue flicked against his skin before meeting his lips in a hungry kiss. "Mmm… Your Highness… I need you…" she whispered, her voice thick with longing. His other hand found her cave, fingers delving into the tight, slick heat, drawing a desperate "OHH… YES!" as her body shuddered, a warm stream of her arousal coating his fingers.
The rhythm of their bodies grew more urgent, the "slap… slap…" of flesh against flesh mingling with the wet "squelch" of their union. Mikhailis's length, thick and throbbing, pressed against Talyra's cave, the tip brushing her entrance as she clung to him. "Please… Your Highness… I want it…" she begged, her voice a fervent prayer, her eyes shining with a desperate need to be filled. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth to muffle her cries, as he thrust forward, his length sinking into her with a slow, powerful motion.
"OHH… GODS… IT'S TOO MUCH!" Talyra shouted, her voice raw with pleasure as her cave clenched around him, stretched to its limits by his size. Her body arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as a rush of her juices spilled, dripping down her thighs in a glistening trail. The wet "squelch… squelch…" echoed through the chamber, a primal hymn that wove with her cries. "IT'S SO GOOD… YOUR HOLY LOAD… I CAN'T TAKE IT!" she gasped, her words breaking as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.
Mikhailis's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust deeper, each movement slow and deliberate, drawing out her pleasure. His lips never left hers, the "slrp… mmm…" of their kiss a constant thread in the tapestry of their passion. Her taste lingered, sweet and wild, as her body trembled beneath him, her cave pulsing with every thrust. The shelves vibrated, the Grove's heartbeat quickening, as if feeding on their fervor.
Then, with a low groan, Mikhailis felt the pressure build, a tidal wave of heat surging through him. His length throbbed inside Talyra, and with a final, powerful thrust, he released his holy load, a warm, viscous flood that filled her cave. "OHH… GODS… THERE'S SO MUCH!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed, her cave clenching around him, milking every drop. "IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY… YOUR HOLY LOAD… IT'S TOO GOOD!" Her words were a desperate chant, her eyes glassy with bliss as the excess spilled, dripping down her thighs in thick, glistening streams, pooling on the moss below.
Mikhailis pulled back, his breath ragged, and turned to Nessa, who was trembling with anticipation, her cave dripping with need. "Your Highness… please… I want your child…" she begged, her voice a husky whisper as she crawled closer, her disheveled beauty almost otherworldly. Her silver hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her angular ears twitching as she reached for him. He lifted her, her lithe frame light in his strong arms, and pressed her against a pulsing shelf, the wood thrumming beneath her.
His lips claimed hers, his tongue plunging deep to muffle her moans. "Slrp… haah… mmmh…" Her minty taste was sharp, intoxicating, as her tongue danced with his, quick and hungry. "Nnh… Your Highness… give it to me…" she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. His length pressed against her cave, the tip brushing her slick entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, her tightness enveloping him in a warm, pulsing embrace.
"OHH… GODS… IT'S HUGE!" Nessa shouted, her voice raw with ecstasy as her cave stretched to accommodate him, her body arching against the shelf. "YOUR HOLY LOAD… I NEED IT!" Her words were a desperate plea, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. The wet "squelch… squelch…" of their union mingled with the "slap… slap…" of flesh, a primal rhythm that filled the chamber. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her steady as he moved deeper, each thrust a vow of passion.
Talyra, still trembling from her climax, pressed against his side, her lips brushing his shoulder. "Slrp… nnh… Your Highness… it's so beautiful…" she murmured, her tongue tracing slow arcs against his skin, her berry-sweet taste lingering. Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing his muscles as she whispered, "I want your child… please…"