FREE USE in Primitive World - Chapter 368: Devouring Her

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Devouring Her

The scent of her arousal… musky, sweet, and heavy with feminine need… flooded the incense-thick air and went straight to his head.

Zephyra let out a startled, breathless gasp as the cool air hit her bare skin. Before she could even process the sudden exposure, Sol’s large hands clamped down hard on her hips. His grip was entirely unforgiving, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh.

“Fuck…” Sol growled, voice guttural. He dragged the blunt head of his cock through her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness. Every slow glide made Zephyra’s thighs tremble.

“Please…” she whispered, the word broken and humiliating on the tongue of the High Shaman. “Sol… I need—”

He didn’t let her finish.

He leaned down, chest pressing flush against her damp back, and dragged his lips along the shell of her ear. “You begged for more, High Shaman,” he murmured, voice thick with dark hunger. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Before she could respond, he pulsed another heavy wave of the silver Free Use energy through his palms, straight into her hips. It flooded her nervous system like liquid fire and honey combined… bypassing every defense, turning every nerve into a live wire of overwhelming pleasure.

Zephyra’s back arched violently off the mat with a broken cry, her silver-white hair sticking to her sweat-drenched neck and shoulders.

“Sol… ahh!” Her voice cracked, no longer the commanding tone of the woman who had summoned storms.

It was needy, feminine, utterly human.

Sol’s hands roamed greedily. He wasn’t rushing to penetration. No… this was his favorite part. He loved to savor, to worship, to break a woman down until she was trembling and dripping for him.

His palms slid up her sides, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts from behind. He squeezed, thumbs rolling over her stiff nipples through the remaining linen, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.

Then he flipped her over in one smooth motion, laying her on her back on the woven mat. The sweltering heat of the grove made the air thick, incense and sweat and raw musk filling their lungs.

Zephyra’s mature body was on full display now: flawless pale skin covered in intricate, faintly glowing cyan tattoos that pulsed erratically with her racing heartbeat. Her large, heavy breasts spilled outward, dark pink nipples begging, her toned stomach glistening with sweat, and her long, powerful legs parted slightly in instinctive invitation.

Sol drank her in like a starving man. “Fuck… look at you,” he breathed. He crawled over her, caging her with his arms. His silver-crimson eyes burned as he lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss by any means.

Sol claimed her mouth like a conqueror claiming new territory… hungry, dominant, and unapologetic. His large hand cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through the damp strands of her long silver hair as he tilted her face up to his.

The moment their lips met, he pushed forward with raw need, his tongue sliding past her parted lips to invade the wet heat of her mouth.

The taste of her slammed him instantly: salty sweat from the ritual’s sweltering heat, the faint herbal bitterness of the incense still clinging to her tongue, and something deeper… the rich, feminine musk of a powerful woman who had just been reduced to whimpers under his hands. It was really intoxicating. Primitive. Addictive.

Zephyra moaned loudly into his mouth the second their tongues touched. The sound was low, throaty, and utterly unrestrained… nothing like the composed High Shaman who had commanded storms days earlier.

Her hands, still trembling from the aftershocks of the silver Free Use power, came up to clutch desperately at his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders. Her nails dug into the hard muscle there, not pushing him away but pulling him closer, as if she needed to anchor herself against the onslaught.

She kissed him back with surprising ferocity.

For someone who had been melting into a puddle of desperate need moments ago, the High Shaman still had fire left in her. Her tongue met his in a wet, messy battle… tangling, sliding, pushing back with equal hunger.

She sucked on his tongue, nipped at his lower lip, and poured decades of suppressed loneliness and raw power into the kiss. Their mouths moved together in a slick, heated rhythm, saliva mixing as they devoured each other. Soft, wet sounds filled the grove… the obscene pop and slide of lips and tongues, broken only by shared, breathless moans.

Sol groaned deep in his chest, the vibration traveling straight into her mouth. His Sun Core roared hotter, aggressive yang energy flooding his veins and making his already hard cock throb painfully against her thigh.

He could feel her heavy breasts pressing against his chest, her stiff nipples dragging across his skin with every frantic breath she took. The sweltering air made their bodies slide together slickly, sweat acting as the perfect lubricant for their grinding bodies.

Of course, he wasn’t going to let her win the battle.

Sol tilted his head, deepening the kiss further, his tongue stroking hers with slow, deliberate dominance. He explored every corner of her mouth … tasting, claiming, memorizing.

When she tried to pull back for air, he chased her lips, sucking her tongue into his own mouth and biting down gently, just enough to make her whimper and melt again. The kiss went on for long, breathless minutes.

Time seemed to blur in the incense-heavy heat. Minutes felt like hours as they lost themselves in the wet, passionate exchange… tongues dancing, lips bruising, teeth clashing softly in their shared hunger.

Only when Zephyra’s moans turned into desperate, needy whines and her lungs burned did Sol finally break the kiss.

He pulled back with a wet, filthy pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting their swollen lips for a moment before it broke. Both of them panted heavily, chests heaving against each other.

Zephyra’s silver-white eyes were glazed over with lust, her full lips red and glistening, slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath.