Even as her body rejoiced at the feeling of Evian's mouth against her breasts and even as she arched her back wishing he sucked on her even harder, Aren remained very aware that Evian was a stranger and no matter how valiantly he had appeared going around the party hall and destroying evil Anchors, there remained an air of mystery that felt almost dangerous.
A part of her mind continued to tell her that she should be worried— That she should take care to distance herself from this man— That the only card she had to play, her superior strength, seemed to have dwindled in terms of an upper hand in the few hours they had been apart but how could she possibly pay attention to this sensible part of her mind when the subject of the worry humped against her oh so wonderfully.
How could she possibly think straight when every touch that they shared or he delivered to her sent jolts of pleasure in the form of electric tendrils that seemed to shock her mind into focusing on him and him alone?
Meanwhile, Evian's cock hardened with every second that went by with him pleasuring this woman. Unlike her, he was not at all conflicted and no matter how many times he had done this before, he would never not be excited.
Eventually, though, he pulled his lips off Aren's breasts and lowered her from against the wall where she slipped into a kneeling position that put her in line with his crotch and the bulge that was forming.
No words were needed. Not only did Aren know what was expected of her, she had also anticipated it which was why she stretched her hand to the bulge slowly but deliberately. She stroked it lightly and then grabbed it through the material of Evian's pants to squeeze it while still stroking in the unmistakable motions of a handjob.
With a gulp, Aren freed her upper body completely from her gown and then grabbed the waistline of Evian's pants to pull them and expose his cock to her eyes which glittered with awe.
"It's— It's magnificent!" Aren said with such an intense sincerity, she seemed on the brink of reciting a vow. Or a prayer.
The shape, the way it was quickly transitioning from flaccid to erect now that it was exposed to her gaze— All of it excited the Priestess who reached out to grab and stroke the rod now that there was no clothing to separate them.
In seconds she had the head of the organ in her mouth, sucking on it with intense vigor while her hand continued to stroke it. Her head moved forward and back so often and so aggressively that it caused her breasts to move in accordance with the rhythm. All of these were clear to Evian's eyes and only added more intensity to his libido.
He leaned forward and pressed one hand against the door behind Aren while he reached down with the other and placed it on her head as though to encourage her to keep at what she was doing.
And that was exactly what the Priestess did.
As she sucked, she closed her eyes and almost subconsciously, and through no active act of hers, spiritual energy started to spill from her body, forming into seals that all connected into a magic circle that replicated into more until there was some sort of partial Array.
Even when her voice trailed off, she continued to groan loudly while raising and lowering herself tentatively on Evian's mouth. She never raised herself too high to let Evian's tongue out of her snatch completely and for that, Evian was 'grateful' as it kept him in reach to co tongue savoring her juices as they came out in powerful squirts.
As she came down from her high, Aren's brain only registered how Evian's strong hands took hold of parts of her body and directed her into a position that put her on her knees with her back as arched as she could get it.
He grabbed his rod with one hand, stroked it against her sensitive pussy, and smacked it against her clit, sending those pleasure tendrils all over Aren's body and getting her so lost in the sensation that she didn't realize when he finally slipped his rod through her opening.
Her negligence did not last, of course.
Once three inches of the rod was inside her, her insides began to clench hard to keep it right where it was, even though Aren groaned at the girth she had to accommodate.
Evian continued his entry and as Aren's back arching had brought her head to the side of his, her tits —ample, perky, and heaving atop her chest were his to grab.
And grab he did.
He squeezed the flesh and grabbed her nipples, pulling them while half of his cock finally became lodged in this new lover. He took it slowly to ease her into the world of wonders he had to offer...
"~Ahnn— Harder... Faster!!!~"
... Alas, Aren was having none of that, and hearing her request, Evian grinned, released her breasts, and with one hand on her back, he urged her forward to resume her arch on a more horizontal plane... Enjoy exclusive content from m-v l'-NovelFire
... Her ass presented to him like an offering and it was an offering he gladly accepted.
With his hands on Aren's hips, he showed the Priestess just how hard and fast he could go, and for that...
"~Fuck YES!!! That's what I'm talking abooooouuuuuttttttt!!!~"
... Aren appeared supremely grateful.