Crimson Overlord-Chapter 320: Finally United 2 R-18

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Lost in the sea of pleasure, Brynhild’s moans turned into gasps and whispers of Orpheus’s name. The world around them faded away, leaving only their entangled bodies and the electrifying energy between them.

As the intensity grew, their caresses became more urgent, their movements more primal. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of desire and ecstasy. freewebnσvel.cøm

In that moment, time stood still. Brynhild surrendered herself completely to Orpheus, allowing him to unlock the depths of her desires and awaken a passion she had never known before.

Orpheus and Brynhild transitioned from the bed to the wall. She found herself pressed against the unyielding surface, yet it caused her no discomfort.

Her arms encircled Orpheus’s neck as they engaged in a passionate kiss. They relished in the connection for an extended period before he playfully nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. In response, she delicately traced the tip of her tongue along his upper lip before drawing his lower lip between her own. A surge of delight spread through her mind as their tongues intertwined in a fervent dance.

He eagerly consumed her mouth, driven by an insatiable hunger, thrusting his tongue as deeply as possible. Their tongues engaged in a fiery battle of desire, entwined with the essence of each other.

The lingering taste of alcohol on her lips and the intoxicating scent of her body served as the most potent aphrodisiac he could ever savor. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he tenderly caressed her buttocks.

He tightened his grip, pulling her closer to him, urging her to merge further into his embrace. With a firm squeeze, he reveled in the sensation.

Their passionate kiss came to an end, and she withdrew her tongue from his mouth. A glistening trail of saliva formed between her parted, rosy lips as she separated from him.

She gazed at him with admiration. Once again, she couldn’t help but acknowledge his expertise in the art of kissing. If he possessed even half the skill in other areas, she knew that the night ahead would undoubtedly be filled with excitement and pleasure. This experience would surpass everything she had ever experienced, even the numerous wet dreams she had imagined them having sex.

Orpheus stared at Brynhild’s naked body, at her exquisite bosom, a sight that could rival even the most enchanting of dreams.

Entranced by the sight before him, Orpheus couldn’t help but express his admiration once again.

"You know Brynhild, you are an irresistible temptress."

She responded with a seductive smile, embracing the compliment with delight.

Orpheus’s hands tenderly embraced her breasts, caressing the supple flesh with utmost care. Starting with a gentle kiss on her neck, he continued his descent, bestowing soft kisses upon the velvety valley between her breasts.

Each touch of his lips against her skin was as fleeting and gentle as a passing breeze, causing a shiver of anticipation to course through her.

Nuzzling his face between her ample bosom, Orpheus reveled in the tender sensation. Brynhild cupped her breasts, pressing them against the sides of his face, allowing him to revel in the sensuousness of the moment.

His hands, fully occupied, focused their attention on kneading her nipples. He delicately closed his fingers around them, his fingernails grazing the puckered flesh with a tantalizing mix of pleasure and desire.

’’Mmmh!"

A soft, sultry moan escaped her crimson lips as she instinctively grasped her master’s head, entwining her fingers in his tousled locks. A mix of pleasure and a faint ache coursed through her spine, intensifying the sensations of his fervent kneading.

Moving his mouth to her right breast, he skillfully suckled and caressed, his tongue flicking against her pert nipple as she gasped and groaned in response. Like an insatiable child presented with a treasured treat, he eagerly savored each nipple, one after the other, his actions eliciting a delightful shiver that traveled down her spine.

Her hands playfully tousled his hair as she arched her head back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Brynhild’s breathless words of admiration mingled with her gasps of pleasure, acknowledging Orpheus’s undeniable skill.

"You truly know your job, you’re an expert Master," she muttered, her voice laced with appreciation.

A mischievous smile danced across Orpheus’s lips as he continued his passionate exploration, his hands freely roaming over her breasts, molding and caressing them to his desire. He alternated between gentle strokes and more forceful fondling, keeping her on edge with the unpredictable nature of his touch, heightening her pleasure with each unexpected sensation.

The flush of arousal painted Brynhild’s face and neck a deep shade of crimson, a visible testament to the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. The heady scent of her desire permeated the air, adding an intoxicating allure to the atmosphere.

As their passionate encounter intensified, Orpheus’s right hand ventured lower, boldly exploring the territory between her legs. With a deliberate and sensual motion, he tugged down the black string that concealed her womanhood, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and a tantalizing slash of crimson.

He relished the tender touch of her breasts with his lips, as his fingers caressed the delicate folds of her arousal. With gentle precision, he massaged the contours of her labia.

"Hmm, yes!"

Her breath grew labored, and her moans filled the room with desire, as he slid a finger into her inviting and wet core. Moving with a rhythm akin to a well-oiled machine, his finger danced in and out of her velvety depths, while his other finger skillfully stimulated her most sensitive spot.

"Master, Eat me!" Brynhild pleaded.

With a seductive smile, he directed his attention to her enticing breasts. His lips caressed every inch, leaving a trail of eager kisses in their wake. Sensing her anticipation, he descended even lower, pressing his mouth against the smooth expanse of her belly. His tongue delicately explored the contours above her belly button, savoring the intoxicating aroma of her desire.

Impatient and yearning for his touch, she longed to venture into her secret garden. However, Orpheus believed in the art of worshiping a woman’s body, cherishing every part with reverence. In his eyes, women were precious beings deserving of adoration, and he understood the importance of not rushing such intimate moments, especially the first time. So, he continued his gentle exploration, planting tender kisses upon her skin, each one causing her to tremble with anticipation, as he gradually moved further down.