But Artis wasn't done teasing. He let his face trail down her inner thigh, pressing against her skin so close to her throbbing heat she could practically feel every breath.
His face brushed over her soaked panties, making her shudder, but instead of going straight for the prize, he let his mouth drift to her thigh, licking the trail of wetness that had trickled down her skin.
Every lick was maddening, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate paths over her trembling legs.
"Wow, it's like the divine nectar of a goddess! Nadia, you're dripping wet, and that taste… damn, it's like liquid gold. Sweet, a little musky—hell, I could get addicted to this."
She didn't have the strength or willpower to protest. Every word sent a hot flush through her, making her feel embarrassingly exposed and equally electrified. Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding like it was about to break free.
"Mmmmh… nnggg…"
A fresh moan slipped out as his fingers finally found their target—her little back door. She clenched instinctively, trapping his finger between her cheeks, but he didn't relent. Instead, he began to gently circle her hole, teasing her with the soft, feather-light touch.
'Oh god… he's rubbing my ass hole?'
She thought, her body heating up even more at the realization.
But he kept it gentle, swirling his finger in slow, maddening circles that left her gasping, her whole body tense from the unfamiliar sensation. She'd never expected that kind of touch to feel this good, but somehow it was lighting her up, adding a delicious edge to her pleasure.
"Ahhh… aaah~ h-ha… aahhh~"
Every stroke, every circle of his fingers made her leak even more, and he was lapping it up like he'd stumbled upon some forbidden, addictive treasure.
'Fuck, she's so damn delicious.'
He thought, his mind consumed with a hunger he could barely control.
'I want every inch of her… I want to taste every single drop.'
His tongue traveled from her inner thighs up, tracing the outline of her slick, trembling pussy lips, making her shudder and moan as his breath hit her most sensitive spots. She was completely soaked, her arousal laid bare for him to see as her clit peeked out, begging for attention.
"Goddamn, Nadia… your pussy's dripping like a fucking fountain," he groaned, his voice low and ragged.
"D-don't say such filthy things… aahhh~" she gasped, her face flushed.
"But it's true," he murmured, grinning wickedly. "Thick, creamy… like the nectar of a goddess."
She was too far gone to protest anymore. Her body had taken over, drowning her in waves of pleasure that made coherent thought impossible. She was right on the edge, desperate for release, her body tense and trembling.
"I'm not stopping until I drain every last drop," he whispered, his voice dark and full of intent. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name."
"W-wait… aahhh~ nngghhh… aaaaaaahhh~~!"
With a playful growl, he caught the lace of her panties between his teeth, giving it a firm tug that undid it with just the right amount of flair.
The delicate fabric slid down, finally pooling at her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed. He stopped and took a breath, his eyes fixed on her in open, unashamed admiration.
"Damn…" he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "This… this is like finding the Holy Grail of pussies. Puffy, pink, and perfect—like it was handcrafted by the gods themselves."
She was practically melting under his gaze, her face flaming as she tried, and failed, to cover it with her hands.
Her heart was racing, pounding so hard she could swear he could hear it, too. Part of her wanted to shrink away in embarrassment, but the other part—well, the other part just wanted to hear him keep talking.
She bit her lip, half-hiding behind her hands as she whispered,
"You… you're exaggerating…"
"Exaggerating? Ha!" he chuckled, low and full of mischief. "I'd wait a thousand damn years just for a glimpse of this. Trust me, I'm not lying. Hell, if anyone's lying here, it's whoever said you were anything less than a goddamn work of art."
She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop with his wicked words, but they sank deep into her, filling her with a dizzying sense of pride and longing. And she knew, somewhere beneath all her shyness, that he meant every word.
"Nadia," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, "I've been with more women than I can count—older, experienced, wise. But fuck, I've never seen a pussy as gorgeous as yours."
Her heart did a backflip, caught between a thrill and a wave of embarrassment.
'Was that... a confession?'
She didn't know if she should feel flattered or downright scandalized. Her mind raced in circles.
'What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Oh god, oh god.'
she thought, her brain short-circuiting.
'He's saying things like that, and I'm just... what do people even say in this situation? I need a manual for this kind of thing!'
Before she could gather a single coherent thought, she felt his warm breath against her, and glanced down to see him lowering his face, his nose just a hair's breadth from her most sensitive spot. He was practically sniffing her like a starved wolf, and she could feel her pulse racing.
'Oh my god. He's actually sniffing me... down there.'
Her face burned with embarrassment and arousal.
'This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever felt. And... maybe the best?'
"H-hurry up and—ahhh!"
She started to stammer, but her words melted into a gasp as his tongue slid up her slit, from her lips to her clit, in one deliberate, torturously slow lick. The hot, wet heat of his mouth, the jolt of pure sensation... it was like lightning racing through her veins.
'Holy fuck!'
She came like a damn waterfall, and he was on her in an instant, his mouth sealing over her dripping pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste as he drank her up like she was his personal fountain.
"Ahhhhhhh~~!"
She screamed, the sound ripping out of her like she'd just hit the motherlode of pleasure. Her hands flew to his head, pushing him even harder against her, practically smothering him.
But right now? She didn't give a damn. She was far too gone, riding waves of pleasure that left her mind completely scrambled.
"Aahh, aahhh~ Nnnngg~"
Her moans came out in a symphony of messy, guttural sounds as his tongue went to work inside her, licking every inch like it was his life's mission.
The sucking, the heat, the sheer need behind each movement—it was all too much, and she couldn't stop trembling, her whole body locked in a delicious tension that finally started to ease as she slumped, gasping.
She finally let go of his head, feeling like she'd just run a marathon. He lifted his head, his lips slick and glistening, and smacked them with a satisfied grin.
"Damn, that's the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted."
'What the hell.'
Her face blazing with embarrassment.
'He's such a cocky, filthy pervert! How can he just say things like that?'
But before she could even process the thought, her breath caught, and her eyes went wide.
"W-what are you—ahhh!"
He took a deep, exaggerated sniff, practically inhaling her scent, then straightened up, his eyes locking onto hers like a predator sizing up his prey. The intensity in his gaze had her heart pounding; he was towering over her, a wild hunger radiating from him.
"Nadia, you've got the most delicious pussy."
"Y-you idiot!"
She stammered, face turning redder than a tomato.
Then, without another word, he untied his robe, and out sprang an absolute beast—a throbbing, veiny nine-inch monster, thick as a damn tree trunk, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
"A-Artis, no... it's—it's huge!"
"This is the cock that's going to ruin you," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Those words sent a shiver down her spine. Compared to her husband, this was like a whole other species—twice as big and three times as thick.
Her eyes widened as she realized he was dead serious. She let out a yelp, smacked him in the chest, and bolted from the room, scrambling away like a terrified deer.
He chuckled, watching her retreat, her ass jiggling with every step, slowing her down as if her own curves betrayed her.
"Well, that's definitely an upgrade. Next time, I'll make sure to really ruin her."
Just then, something on the ground caught his eye, and he burst out laughing—a lacy lavender pair of panties lay abandoned on the floor, darkened by her arousal, looking as helpless as a baby left behind.