A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1537 - 1537: Let's See Those Muscles

Archer sat on the balcony, watching a farmer tend the fields as the moonlight cast long shadows across the rolling landscape. Beside him, Demetra lounged with a bottle of dragon ale, her cheeks flushed from the potent drink. He turned to her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. ”Enjoying that ale, are you?”

”Of course handsome,” she answered, smirking. ”This stuff is strong and hits the spot, not many Demon Sharks can get drunk.”

The two laughed as Demetra handed over the rest of the bottle. ”Here finish it off, Arch, let’s see how you handle it.”

Following that, he took the offered drink and started downing it while the shark woman watched him, sparkling yellow eyes full of amusement as the last of the bottle entered his throat. He couldn’t help but feel tipsy when he was finished. The liquid burned him, but it was nothing, thanks to being a dragon.

The couple continued to drink the dragon ale that caused them to become drunk, prompting Demetra to give him a knowing look as she stood up and stumbled toward him. Archer quickly grabbed her waist. ”Be careful, love. You’ll fall over on those wobbly legs of yours,” he said, grinning.

”Quiet,” Demetra whispered, her voice a sultry murmur that hung in the charged air between them.

She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, and their lips met in a fierce, hungry collision, a spark igniting into a blaze. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the heat of their lust, the soft press of her body against his, and the electric pulse of desire. Archer’s hands found her waist, his fingers curling around her curves.

He returned her kiss with equal passion, deepening it as he pulled her closer, their bodies aligning in a rhythm that felt both instinctive and inevitable. Demetra moved against him, her hips grinding with deliberate intent, sending a surge of raw, untamed lust coursing through him.

Archer’s pulse quickened, every nerve alight with want, his restraint fraying at the edges. She pulled back just enough to break the kiss, her lips hovering a tempting inch from his, her eyes glinting. A slow, teasing smile appeared as she tilted her head, her voice dropping to a low, playful command.

”Now, strip,” she said, her tone laced with a mix of authority and allure. ”Let me see those muscles you’ve been hiding.”

Archer’s breath hitched, her words stoking the fire already burning within him. The air between them crackled, her gaze daring him to comply, to bare himself to her in every sense. The moment stretched, as he held her stare, his lips twitching into a smirk that matched her boldness.

Moments later, he peeled the fabric up and over his head, revealing his chiseled chest, each muscle taut and defined, glistening faintly in the dim light. Demetra’s eyes roamed over him, her lips parting slightly, a hungry edge to her stare that sent a jolt straight to his core.

”Not bad,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval, but there was a challenge in her tone, daring him to push further.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his bare chest, nails grazing just enough to make his skin prickle. Her touch was electric, teasing, as she traced the ridges of his abs, her lips curling into a wicked smile. ”But I’m not here for just a view.”

Archer’s hands found her hips again, pulling her flush against him. ”Oh, you’ll get more than that,” he growled, thick with want.

He dipped his head, capturing her lips in another hot kiss, this one messier, more desperate. His tongue swept against hers, tasting the heat, while his hands roamed, sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing with just enough force to make her gasp into his mouth.

Demetra arched into him, her body pressing tighter, her hips rolling against his in a slow, deliberate grind that made his blood roar. She broke the kiss, her lips brushing against his jaw, then lower, nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck. ”You’re too dressed,” she whispered, as her hands slid to the waistband of his pants, undoing the button.

She tugged the zipper down with agonizing slowness, her eyes locked on his, daring him to stop her. He didn’t. Instead, he kicked off his shoes, letting her push his pants down, the fabric pooling at his feet. His arousal was evident now, straining against the tight fabric of his boxers, and Demetra’s gaze flicked down, her smile turning downright sinful.

”Fuck, you’re not disappointing,” she mumbled, her hand brushing over him, light at first, then more proactive, palming him through the thin barrier. Archer groaned, his head tipping back, the sensation of her touch sending a white-hot surge through him.

”You’re playing dirty,” he managed, his voice strained as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand. The move pressed her chest against his, her curves soft and yielding against his hard frame.

With his free hand, he tugged at her shirt, yanking it up and over her head in one quick motion. Her bra was lace and temptation, and he didn’t hesitate, his fingers finding the clasp and freeing her in seconds. Demetra’s soft boobs spilled out, full and perfect, and he let out a low curse, his mouth descending to claim one peaked nipple.

Demetra moaned, her head falling back as his tongue swirled, teasing and sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. Her hands, now free, tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his thigh, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her.

”Mmmmmhhh~~ Harder,” she demanded, her voice breathy but commanding, and he obliged, his mouth working her with relentless focus, his hand kneading her other breast, thumb flicking over the sensitive peak.

The room felt like it was burning, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Demetra’s hands roamed lower, slipping beneath his boxers, her fingers wrapping around him with a boldness that made his knees weak. She stroked him, slow at first, then faster, her grip firm and unapologetic.

”You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her tone a husky whisper against his ear, biting the bottom of his ear.

”Fuck, Demetra,” he groaned, his control slipping as she worked him, her touch both torture and bliss. He retaliated, his hand sliding down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants.

His fingers found her slick pussy, and he didn’t hold back, circling her clit, making her gasp, her hips bucking against his hand. ”You’re so fucking wet,” he growled as he slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them just right to make her moan louder.

She rode his hand, her movements growing frantic, her nails digging into his shoulders as she chased the edge. ”Don’t stop,” she panted, her body trembling against his.

The lust between them was unbearable, a primal, messy collision of need and greed, their breaths mingling in sharp gasps and low curses. Archer’s mouth found hers again, the kiss sloppy and desperate, all teeth and tongue, as they pushed each other closer to the brink.

Following that, his fingers worked her, each thrust and curl pushing her closer to the edge. Her nails raked down his back, leaving stinging trails that only fueled his fire. ”Mmmmhnnn~~ Fuck, Archer, right there,” she gasped.

He growled against her lips, the sound primal, his cock throbbing painfully as her grip on him tightened, her strokes growing erratic, matching the frantic rhythm of her body as his fingers dived deeper. ”You’re gonna come for me,” he warned as he added a third finger, stretching her open, his thumb pressing harder against her clit.

Her head fell back, a broken cry escaping her as her thighs quaked, her body clenching around him in a shuddering orgasm slammed against her body, that left her breathless, clinging to him like he was her only anchor. ”AHHHHHH!”

But Archer wasn’t done. As Demetra’s climax ebbed, her eyes flicked up to meet his, still hazy with pleasure but burning. She shoved him back, hard enough to make him stumble, a wicked grin curling her lips. ”My turn,” she purred, tone dripping with dominance as she dropped to her knees, yanking his boxers down in one fast motion.

His cock sprang free, hard and aching, and her gaze locked on it, hungry and unapologetic. ”Fuck,” Archer groaned, his hands fisting at his sides as she leaned in, her breath hot against him.

She didn’t tease, didn’t hesitate; her lips wrapped around him, taking his member deep in one smooth motion that made his vision blur. Her tongue swirled, her hand gripping the base of him as she worked him with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect.

The wet heat of her mouth. The way her cheeks hollowed drove him to the brink of madness, his hips bucking involuntarily thanks to the pleasure surging across his body as Demetra began sucking him like a hungry succubus.