A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1539 - 1539: Lost In The Storm

Archer watched as a windstorm began, but soon a blue shield covered Jade Hollow. He noticed the mana barrier blocking out most of the horrible weather, though it let through a decent breeze that cooled him down. A smile appeared on his face as he thought. ‘This place is strangely peaceful.’

The wind howled, whipping up spirals of dust and debris, but the barrier held firm, softening the gusts into a cool, refreshing breeze that ruffled his hair. Lightning cracked across the darkened sky, illuminating the distant hills in fleeting bursts. The storm’s raw power fascinated him, its untamed energy different from the sanctuary of Jade Hollow.

He stood there, lost in the dance of clouds and light, unaware of the soft footsteps approaching from behind. A pair of slender arms slipped around his shoulders, warm and familiar, pulling him gently from his daze. Demetra’s breath grazed his ear as she pressed herself close, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck in a slow, deliberate kiss.

”Lost in the storm, are you?” she murmured, her voice a low, teasing hum against his skin.

She kissed him again, her lips lingering, sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. Archer’s smile widened, his hand reaching up to cover hers, anchoring her against him as the storm raged on, forgotten for the moment. Her navy blue hair was tied into a messy bun, and her yellow eyes lustfully glowed.

Just then, Demetra’s arms slid from his shoulders, her touch electric, trailing fire down his chest. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes glinting with mischief. The storm’s distant rumble faded as her fingers worked at his belt; her movements were teasing him to know end.

Archer’s breath hitched as she freed him and instantly engulfed his cock, her sharp, shark-like teeth grazing just close enough to send a thrill of danger through him as her tongue swirled all around his shaft. She looked up, locking eyes with him, her gaze predatory yet playful, but full of lust, before her lips closed around him, warm and wet.

A low groan tore from his throat, his head tipping back as pleasure surged through his entire being, the storm forgotten. Demetra moved with confidence, her tongue swirling, teasing, drawing out every shudder and gasp. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in just enough to sting, grounding him in the moment.

The mana barrier hummed softly, muffling the storm’s chaos, but nothing could drown out the heat of her mouth or the way she hummed, clearly enjoying the way she serviced him. Archer’s fingers tangled in her hair, his groans growing ragged as Demetra worshipped his massive member.

After a few minutes of her slurping, spit ran down the corners of her mouth as she pulled back for a second, spitting on him, her saliva glistening as she grinned up at him, all feral and smug. ”Fuck, you taste good, handsome,’ she growled, voice rough, before diving back in, sucking him down with a greedy slurp that echoed in the quiet room.

Archer groaned, loud and raw, his hips bucking as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him like a vice, pleasing both of them. ”This feels amazing, Dem, you’re getting good at this,” he revealed.

Her hands clawed at his ass, nails biting into skin, urging him to fuck her mouth harder, which he happily obliged and treated her roughly as his cock brutalized her.

She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his crown jewels, and he cursed under his breath, head spinning as she worked him like she was starving for it. Demetra’s eyes flicked up, locking onto his, daring him to lose control. Drool dripped down her chin as she bobbed faster, her tongue lashing against him with every pull.

The storm’s chaos beyond the barrier was nothing compared to the filthiness she set, her lips smacking, her breath hot and uneven. Archer’s groans turned to gritted curses, his grip on her hair borderline brutal as he teetered on the edge, the shark woman’s messy worship pushing him closer to breaking.

Demetra sped up until it was too much, and he shoved his cock down her throat before exploding, his seed poured straight into her stomach, causing the young woman’s eyes to roll back thanks to the pleasure she was receiving from drinking his cum. He showed no mercy and continued fucking her mouth until every bit was out and she became a dribbling mess.

By the time the shark woman came to, seed poured from her mouth, covering her big boobs, but her eyes were ablaze. Demetra shook her head and questioned. ”Did you like fucking my throat, handsome?”

”Yes,” he replied, grinning. ”I’ll do it while we explore Orientia.”

Just then, Aeris’s voice echoed in his mind. ‘Handsome! I got a break from training, can I come spend some time with you?’

Archer’s smile grew wide as he summoned the Wraith woman, who suddenly appeared in front of him. When she spotted him, her red eyes glowed thanks to the excitement she was feeling at the moment. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, giving him a passionate kiss.

Demetra’s sharp eyes widened, a spark of surprise flashing across them before melting into a sly, predatory smile. ”Well, damn,” she purred. ”Looks like we’ve got company. What do you say, Aeris? Wanna join the fun and help me tame this beast?”

She gestured toward Archer’s still-hard cock, her tone teasing, her shark-like teeth glinting as she licked her lips. Aeris froze, her cheeks going bright red, the storm’s rumble mirroring the sudden thud of her heart. Her wide, luminous, crimson eyes darted from Demetra’s brazen grin to his exposed state, and for a moment, she seemed caught between shock and curiosity.

But then she exhaled, a shaky breath that steadied her nerves, and something flickered in her gaze. Shocking the other two and herself, she sank to her knees, her small hands reached out, wavering at first, then bolder, wrapping around his cock. ”Gods,” Aeris whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm’s growl, her fingers exploring.

Her touch was softer than Demetra’s, almost worshipful, but no less electrifying, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through his core. He groaned, his head tipping back as the two women knelt in front of him. Demetra chuckled, a throaty sound that vibrated against his skin as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease him alongside Aeris’s hesitant fingers.

”Look at you, little Wraith,” she teased, her tone dripping with approval. ”Not so shy now, are you?”

She guided Aeris’s hand, showing her how to stroke better, their fingers brushing against each other as they worked. Her blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away, her lips parting as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin. Archer’s hands found the shark woman’s hair again, then the Wraiths, his fingers tangling in their strands as he fought to stay level-headed.

Demetra started kissing the bottom of his member, being sloppy and unapologetic, while Aeris, emboldened by her friend’s lead, pressed a soft kiss to his tip, her lips trembling but keen. Archer’s groan was louder this time, his body taut as the two women worked together, their teamwork a storm of its own, threatening to unravel him completely.

His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, his hands tangled in Demetra’s hair and Aeris’s silky short strands, anchoring him as the two women knelt before him, their mouths working his cock with a feverish lust, making his head spin. The dim light caught the slick sheen on their lips and the raw hunger in their eyes.

The shark woman’s mouth was a force of nature, her lips stretched wide as she took him deep, her throat constricting around him with every greedy suck. Her tongue swirling, leaving trails of spit that dripped down his shaft. She pulled back for a moment, smirking, her chin still wet thanks to the cum from minutes ago.

”Fuck, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” she growled, her voice rough, before diving back in, sucking him with a wet, obscene slurp that echoed over the storm’s roar.

Aeris, her crimson eyes glowing with a mix of nerves and newfound boldness, matched Demetra’s pace, her soft lips sliding along the side of his cock, kissing and licking with a passion that surprised even her. Her tongue flicked out, tasting his precum, her small hands pumping his base.

Each moan she let out vibrated against him, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. She was more sloppy than Demetra, but her eager, almost desperate enthusiasm made up for it, her mouth working him like she was chasing something primal. ”Shit, Aeris,” the shark woman rasped between sucks. ”Didn’t know you had it in you.”

She guided Aeris’s head closer, urging her to take more, and the Wraith obeyed, her lips stretching to take him deeper, her throat fluttering as she gagged but didn’t stop.