Chapter 147: Eating Azariah (1) *

I knelt before her, my gaze locked on hers, the hunger in my eyes unmistakable. She might've known she'd already given herself over to me, but seeing me there, kneeling before her at the edge of the bed, made it all the more real. Her uncertainty lingered, but she didn't move. She didn't stop me.

Azariah's gaze flickered with nerves, her body tense as she watched me, uncertain of what was about to happen. She gripped the fabric of her dress tightly in her hands, knuckles white as if holding onto the last vestiges of control. But I wasn't about to let her keep that. Not now.

Without waiting for permission, I gripped the hem of her dress and began lifting it, slowly revealing more of her smooth, milky legs. Her breathing hitched, and her hands shot out, grabbing my wrist in a weak attempt to stop me.

"W...Wait..." she whispered, her voice laced with hesitation, barely managing to meet my eyes. She looked toward the door, her expression filled with apprehension. "I... If someone comes, I... I think later it's..." She trailed off, the fear of being caught in this compromising position clearly weighing on her mind.

I stared at her for a moment, reading the mix of desire and fear in her face. She wanted this—there was no denying that—but the thought of someone walking in on us had her panicked. She'd already surrendered, but the humiliation of being caught at her most vulnerable, her most raw, was too much for her to bear.

"Don't worry," I said, my voice low and steady as I trailed my hand up the length of her legs, sending a visible shiver through her body. "That's why you locked the door, right?"

"Hnn~" Azariah bit back a moan as my fingers danced lightly over her skin. Her body betrayed her, reacting to my touch even as she tried to suppress it. She trembled beneath my hand, her resolve wavering, and I could feel her resistance slipping away.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them as I pushed the dress higher. The fabric slid upward, revealing her knees, and soon after, the soft curve of her fleshy, inviting thighs. Azariah gasped when my hand found her thigh, her palms pressing against the bed as she let her hands fall away, finally relenting to the inevitable.

Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts as I continued lifting her dress, inch by inch, until the fabric was high enough that I expected to find her panties. But when my eyes landed on her, I was met with a sight that made my breath catch for an entirely different reason.

I looked up at her, my lips glistening with her cum, a smirk creeping onto my face as I licked them clean, savoring the taste. Azariah averted her gaze again, her face burning with humiliation, unable to meet my eyes despite the undeniable fact that she had given herself over completely. Yet, even in her shame, she clung to her dignity, holding onto the remnants of her status as princess.

It made me want to corrupt her even more, to tear down the rest of her defenses until there was nothing left but the raw, unfiltered need she was clearly feeling.

"Sluuurp~ sluuuurp..." My tongue continued its work, lapping up her juices like a man starved, and each time I touched her, she responded with another wave of pleasure.

"Haaa❤️haaaa❤️ hmnnn❤️yes" Her moans grew more frequent, soft but enough to echo in the room, loud enough for me to hear as I worked. Her body trembled beneath my touch, her hips jerking each time I hit a sensitive spot, her pleasure intensifying. My cock was rock hard by now, throbbing with the need to bury myself inside her, but I wasn't done yet.

Her juices kept flowing, her orgasm building again, and I continued to lick her clean, tasting the sweetness of her pussy as I lapped it up. There was something almost addictive about it, the way her scent filled my senses, sweeter than anything I had tasted before.

Khione's juices were like a divine elixir, a taste I could never forget, but Azariah was a close second—her taste was unique, intoxicating.

I let my teeth graze her outer labia, biting down lightly before giving a gentle tug.

SPUUUUURT!

"Haaaan!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another surge of cum sprayed out, a spurt of her juices splashing against my face like a mini fountain, soaking me. I didn't flinch; I just let it hit me, my face drenched in her release as I looked up at her.