"Ah!" Her mind was utterly consumed by scorching desire; a wave of pleasure swept through her entire body, infiltrating every corner, nearly swallowing her whole. She felt like she was about to explode!
"Oh!" Unable to endure any longer, Mia raised her hands, shook her head violently, and scratched her scalp frantically. Her soft, silky hair was tousled into complete disarray.
Mia's actions didn't last long. Arthur swiftly seized the hands she was using to torment herself, crossed them, and pinned them above her head to keep her from hurting herself further.
"Arthur... Arthur..." Mia sobbed uncontrollably, her voice choking with tears. "I feel so awful, so awful..."
Why was this happening? Her body was burning, searing hot; every inch of her was screaming, shouting to burst forth, yearning for release... but she didn't know what to do...
Arthur, who could never bear to see her suffer, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mia, my love... be good, just a little more... it'll be over soon... very soon..."
He licked away the tears still streaming down her face, then buried his face once more against her chest. With his free hand, he untied the sash at Mia's waist. Soon, her slender body was completely exposed to his gaze.
"Oh, Mia, you're simply too alluring..." Arthur's voice was exceptionally husky and low as he murmured to himself.
Under the baptism of Arthur's deep, intense gaze, Mia's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Arthur..." Her body inexplicably craved his attention. She was utterly lost in this sensation, unable to extricate herself, instinctively calling out to the man who made her so infatuated.
"Mm..." Arthur uttered a single sound from his throat before burying his face against Mia's chest again, meticulously licking her flushed, feverish pink skin enflamed by desire.
His crimson tongue trailed from her chest down to her adorable navel, teasing the shallow, rounded dip, toying with it until its owner shuddered all over, only then moving on.
Mia's body, repeatedly teased by Arthur, was lost in wave after wave of heated surges. She had no control over herself; her form rose and fell only in response to his caresses, dissatisfied and insatiable during his brief pauses...
Arthur's head moved lower along her body. Mia could only drift with the tide, surrendering to this pleasure, parting her legs to allow Arthur easier access. His nimble tongue entered her body without shame or hindrance, and she reveled in it fully.
He first lifted Mia's legs, kissing and licking the most tender, sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs, listening with satisfaction to her moans, one after another. When he gently nipped the spot with his teeth, leaving a red mark, he released it contentedly. Before departing, still feeling unsatisfied, he licked the red imprint once more before moving on.
After kissing and caressing the girl beneath him, Arthur finally reached toward the forbidden zone between her legs—that soft, tender part already awakened. He first brushed it lightly with his fingers, and as if in response, it began to release glistening droplets.
"Ah… Arthur… Arthur…" Her choked voice was thick with unbearable longing.
Arthur lifted his head. As expected, Mia's eyes brimmed with tears, blurring her face.
As if to torment this sobbing woman even further, he lowered his head between her thighs and took the trembling, sensitive entrance into his mouth in one go.
"Arthur?!" The sudden, intense stimulation overwhelmed her; Mia panicked.
Before she could think, a scorching pair of lips enveloped her most vulnerable spot, radiating heat utterly at odds with her inner chill. The clash of sensations left her dizzy and burning, as though she might be consumed in that instant, reduced to ashes.
Gradually, the warmth of his mouth and tongue seeped into her. Teased to the brink of explosion, Mia sensed he knew her thoughts; the soft, warm mouth suddenly sucked hard, and she was submerged once more in stimulation…
"Ah…" Mia's body convulsed, then she could no longer hold back—she thrust upward sharply and erupted…
"Aaah…" After the release, Mia let out a long breath, sinking limply into the bed, gasping for air.
She had thought the earlier climax would spare her that primal, searing desire for a while, but before she could catch her breath, her body began to heat again; the flames of lust surged back.
Why was this happening? Her heart raced. She lifted her eyes to Arthur, hoping for an answer.
Instead, she beheld a scene she would never forget.
Arthur was licking his slender fingers with a pink tongue, like a little fox in the fox realm grooming itself. His silver hair spilled loose, cascading from his shoulders to his chest, gleaming with the same perfect luster as moonlight, transforming him into the very incarnation of a holy moon god. Though his actions contradicted his divine detachment, the grace of his movements was breathtaking—an exquisite vision.
Mia had no mind to admire the rare sight. Recalling the earlier passion, she froze, realizing where his lips had touched; her face flushed crimson, and she tried to scramble away.
But before she could shift an inch, Arthur caught her ankle and pulled her back.
"Mia, if you run now, when the ache returns, there'll be no one to help you!"
Arthur leaned close, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he gazed at her.
"No, I won't…" Mia retorted shyly.
"You mustn't lie, Mia," Arthur said with a gentle smile. "Your body is still trembling, telling me exactly what you crave!"
As he spoke, he let his fingers glide lightly over the most sensitive patch of soft flesh at the small of her back, deliberately stoking the embers of desire that hadn't yet died within her.
"Nngh!" His deliberate teasing instantly reignited the restless lust deep inside her; it swelled and soared, overwhelming her thoughts in an instant. The shocking heat made her clutch the sheets beneath her and bite down hard on her lip.
"Mia's body is so honest!" Arthur marveled, watching her like this.
"Not at all…" The rest of her protest was swallowed by Arthur's tender kiss. Tormented by his scorching lips and tongue, Mia's mind went blank. In that emptiness, something foreign slipped into the depths of her body.
"Mmph!" A brief discomfort—but the fingers, already slick with moisture, caused her no further pain. Soon his slender digits eased slowly inside her, moving with care as her body gradually adjusted.
Once she had grown accustomed to the intrusion, Mia felt the spot he teased grow even hotter, a faint tingling itch prickling through her.
Unconsciously, she responded to the strange sensation, shifting her hips in an attempt to escape the unbearable ache.
"Mia, you're especially passionate tonight!" Arthur's voice, laced with low, husky laughter, reached her ears. On any other night, that tone would have flustered her into furious blushing, but tonight it sent shudders of awe through her entire frame.
She had no idea why she was acting so strangely tonight; no matter how fiercely she tried to suppress it, the longing to merge deeply with Arthur refused to fade.
Why is this happening…?
For the moment, desire hadn't fully drowned her; lust hadn't yet shattered her thoughts. But soon she was wholly possessed by it, issuing the most primal plea to Arthur.
Realizing Mia had stopped thinking entirely, Arthur quickened the rhythm of his hand.
Soon he eased a second finger into her blazing depths. This one, slick from his own tongue, patiently coaxed and loosened her tight passage so that when he finally entered her, she would feel no pain.
This outwardly calm, composed man was already drowning in an ocean of lust, aching to bury himself in Mia's searing warmth and savor her heat… Were it not for the last thread of reason holding him back, he would long ago have lost himself in her misty, glistening gaze and fallen completely for her.