A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1702 - 1702: I Want Every Drop, Husband

Archer noticed the Legionnaires and commanders stood motionless among the carnage, weapons trembling in their grips as fear surged within themselves. Some dropped to their knees. Others stared at him like he was something ancient and apocalyptic that had stepped out of legend into their afternoon

He chuckled at his soldier’s reaction, but stopped when he noticed Teuila approached with a group of commanders. The blue-haired beauty beamed with delight when she got closer. ”Arch! Thanks for coming straight away, I didn’t want those things attacking the Legionnaires.”

”No worries, my love,” he replied, wrapping his arms around his woman.

He pulled her into a tight hug, making Teuila’s smile grow as she rested her head on his chest. ”We’re wrapping things on Pluoria, then I can return to the palace. I miss Selina so much.”

”Haven’t you seen her?” Archer questioned, looking concerned.

Teuila giggled. ”Of course, I saw that little angel this morning. I can still miss her.”

He let out a low chuckle, then cupped the blue-haired beauty’s face and drew her into a deep, hungry kiss. She melted against him instantly, soft and yielding, until a few breathless seconds later she pressed a gentle hand to his chest and eased back. ”I have to go finish dealing with those stubborn rebels,” she murmured, her voice still husky from the kiss. ”I’ll see you soon, handsome.”

She leaned in one last time, brushing a quick, warm kiss across his cheek, then darted away with that familiar urgency of hers. Archer watched her go, a quiet, contented smile lingering on his lips. A heartbeat later, he vanished in a flicker of mana, reappearing in the familiar warmth of the Domain’s front room.

The instant his boots touched the floor, a blur of motion streaked toward him. Vivienne, the Nightmare Ant Queen, halted inches away, her crimson eyes gleaming with delight. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face.

”Hello, husband,” she purred. ”I’ve been waiting for you.”

Without a word, Archer flicked his wrist. A gentle current of mana curled around her voluptuous frame and tugged her forward until she landed straddling his lap with a surprised, delighted giggle. Her generous curves pressed against him, her breasts swaying softly with the motion.

One of her hands drifted down to rest over the gentle swell of her stomach, fingers tracing slow, affectionate circles. ”The baby is growing,” she said softly. ”But so very slowly. The healers think it’s because I’m a Swarm Queen, our gestation works differently.”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, red eyes shining with a mixture of pride and wonder. Archer’s hand slid up her back, fingers threading through the silky strands of her dark hair as he pulled her closer. ”Slow or not,” he murmured against her lips, voice low and rough with affection. ”Our child is going to be perfect. Just like their mother.”

Vivienne’s eyes fluttered half-shut, a pleased little hum vibrating in her throat. She leaned in and captured his mouth in a slow kiss, deeper this time, all heat and hunger. Her tongue brushed his, teasing, claiming, while her free hand drifted down to rest over his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath her palm.

His own hands moved with confidence. One stayed at the small of her back, keeping the redheaded beauty anchored against him; the other rose to cup the generous swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer, thumb circling over the hardening peak.

Vivienne gasped softly into the kiss, arching instinctively into his touch. A shiver ran through her voluptuous frame, her wings giving a faint, involuntary twitch behind her. ”You always know exactly how to make me ache for you,” she breathed when they finally parted, lips swollen and glistening.

Her voice had dropped to that sultry, almost purring register that never failed to send heat straight through him. Archer smirked, giving her nipple another slow, deliberate roll between thumb and forefinger. ”Good. Because I’ve missed these.”

He palmed her fully now, kneading with just enough pressure to draw another soft moan from her throat. Vivienne’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of rose. Her hand slid lower, tracing the hard planes of his abdomen before cupping the growing bulge straining against his trousers.

She gave a slow, appreciative squeeze, feeling him twitch eagerly under her palm. ”Seems I’m not the only one who’s been waiting,” she teased, stroking him through the fabric in long, deliberate passes.

Archer’s breath hitched. ”You have no idea.”

She held his gaze as she sank gracefully to her knees between his spread thighs, her movements fluid and predatory despite the gentle swell of her belly. Her fingers made quick work of his belt, then the fastenings of his pants. With a hungry little smile, she tugged the material down just enough to free him, his cock springing up, thick and already glistening at the tip.

Vivienne licked her lips once before wrapping her warm hand around the base. She gave him a single, firm stroke, eyes never leaving his. ”Tell me, husband,” she purred, leaning in until her breath ghosted over the sensitive head. ”How much did you miss my mouth while you were away?”

Vivienne didn’t wait for his answer. She leaned forward and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock in one sweep, from base to tip, before swirling around the swollen head. A thick bead of precum welled up; she caught it with a soft, greedy suck, humming in approval at the taste.

Archer groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding into her blood red hair, fingers curling gently but firmly at the nape of her neck. She looked up at him through thick lashes, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, then parted her lips wider and took him in. This caused him to let out another groan. ”Ughh. This feels amazing, Vivi.”

No teasing this time, just wet, eager heat as she swallowed half his length in a single smooth glide. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, curling and fluttering as she hollowed her cheeks and began to bob. The first few strokes were measured, almost reverent, letting him feel every inch of her warm, slick mouth.

Then she got sloppy. She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, sucking hard enough to make his hips jerk, before plunging again, deeper this time, until her nose brushed his pelvis. A wet gulp echoed in the room as she forced herself further, throat fluttering around him.

Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and coating his balls in shiny trails. She didn’t care; if anything, the mess seemed to spur her on. She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. One hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn’t reach.

Archer noticed the ant queen was stroking in time with the bobbing of her head, twisting slightly on the upstroke, thumb swiping over the sensitive slit whenever she pulled back far enough to breathe. The other hand cupped and gently rolled his balls, massaging with just the right pressure to make his thighs tense. ”Oh, Viv…”

His voice came out rough, strained. His grip tightened in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she worked him with single-minded hunger. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. She licked them away shamelessly, then dove back down, taking him to the hilt again.

This time she stayed there, throat convulsing as she swallowed around him repeatedly, milking him with rhythmic pulses while her tongue kept writhing against the underside. When she finally came up for air, gasping, her chin was slick and shining, lips puffy and red. She grinned up at him, feral, proud, utterly dirty.

”You taste even better when you’ve been gone for days,” she rasped, voice wrecked from the abuse of her throat. She pumped him slowly with her hand, spreading the mess of spit and precum. ”I want every drop, husband. Feed me.”

Then she dove back in, faster now, determined to drag him over the edge with nothing but her mouth and the filthy sounds filling the room. Archer’s head tipped back against the chair, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as Vivienne redoubled her efforts. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, slurping, gagging, the occasional choked moan vibrating straight through his cock.

Every time she forced herself down to the root, her throat clenched and rippled around him like she was trying to pull the orgasm right out of his balls. ”Damn,” His fingers tightened in her hair, hips jerking up in shallow, helpless thrusts he couldn’t quite control.

She welcomed it, humming encouragement around his length, her crimson eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. Spit dripped in thick strings from her chin, soaking the front of his trousers where they still bunched around his thighs, but she didn’t slow down for a second.