Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 285: Tasting Zenith *

Chapter 285: Tasting Zenith *

“N-No… Not there…” Her body shuddered, “He will see if you leave a mark.”

Elion didn’t stop just because she asked, though he was curious to know who this he she spoke of was; he trailed kisses down the column of her neck, leaving indented marks and dark purple blooms against her azure tone.

Zenith whimpered, her body trembling under him, her horns tilting back as she exposed more of her throat to his assault, “Elion… please,” she gasped.

Contrary to her pleas though, her fingers dug into his shoulders not to push away, but to pull him closer, trying to feel more of his mouth on her.

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he lavished another love bite higher up, right at the pulse point under her jaw, sucking until he felt her heartbeat racing wildly.

Unbeknownst to Zenith, her panties were already wet now. The fabric was translucent with her juices, though neither of them could see it since she was still fully clothed.

Elion was savouring every sensation, but he wanted more. He needed to see all of her, to strip away the last barriers of her teasing armor.

With a savage tug on her horn, he yanked her head back further, exposing the full length of her neck for one final, bruising bite that made her cry out.

“Ahhhhh~!”

Releasing her horn, Elion’s hands moved to the front of her dress, his fingers hooking into the thin fabric at her chest, gripping down the V-shaped outline that exposed her upper cleavage.

The material strained against her curves, and with a sharp rip, the cloth tore audibly under his grip.

He yanked it open from the neckline down, the golden ornament holding the fabric there popping free and scattering across the floor.

Her blue-colored breasts spilled out, the average-sized mounds jiggling freely into the open air. The mounds bounced with the force of his pull, looking heavy and inviting, the cool air making them quiver as Zenith arched in shock and arousal, a sharp inhale escaping her lips.

The nipples were already hard, and they were a dark blue color that matched nicely in contrast against the smooth, impossibly soft azure skin.

“Wow, look at these,” Elion rasped as his eyes devoured the beautiful sight.

He wasted no time, both his hands shooting forward to grasp her breasts fully, his palms engulfing the soft flesh, and his fingers splaying wide to squeeze and knead them roughly.

The texture was unreal.

It felt plush and yielding like warm silk, giving under his grip as he mashed the mounds together.

He used his thumbs to flick over her stiff nipples before pinching them hard and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Ohhhhh!” Zenith moaned loudly in response.

He kneaded deeper, digging his fingers into the tender undersides, feeling the weight shift and mold in his hands, her blue skin flushing deeper under the pressure, leaving faint red marks forming where he gripped too tightly.

“They are so fucking soft,” he muttered, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth and sucking voraciously while his hand continued its brutal massage on the other breast, twisting and pulling, and even sending flickers of sinful touch until she writhed beneath him.

He savored the control, the way her body responded to every rough touch.

After that, Elion took his time. His mouth worked relentlessly on Zenith’s breasts, alternating between the two soft mounds with his greedy mouth.

He latched onto her left nipple first, sucking hard while his tongue lashed the stiff peak, swirling around it in wet circles that left trails of saliva dripping down the curve of her blue skin.

His hand on her right breast squeezed tighter, his fingers digging into the plush flesh, kneading it like dough as he pinched and twisted the nipple until it throbbed red under his touch.

Zenith’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her body arching into his assault. Meanwhile, her pussy was clenching in its confines with each pull of his lips.

He suddenly switched sides without warning, releasing the left breast with a wet pop. The nipple glistened, wet and a bit swollen from his saliva, before engulfing the right one as well, enclosing it fully into his mouth.

His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, nipping just hard enough to make her yelp, then soothed the sharp pain with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. His saliva slowly coated the entire blue mound until it shone under the dim light. His saliva also pooled in the valley between her breasts.

Back and forth he went, sucking, licking, biting. Left to right, right to left, but his hands never idled, roughly massaging the impossibly soft flesh while he sucked, his thumbs flicking over the nipple that he wasn’t sucking on to keep her squirming.

Her blue skin flushed deeper, marked with faint teeth imprints and smeared with his spit, the mounds heaving with every desperate inhale she took.

Finally, after her moans turned into continuous whimpers and her hips bucked wildly against the air, Elion pulled back his mouth. His lips were shiny with his own saliva.

He eyed her heaving chest, the breasts now fully glistening, wet and heaving from his thorough attention. “Enough of that for now,” he said, “Get up on the bed.”

Zenith hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and surrender. She really didn’t like how things had turned out after making all that talk. A part of her wanted desperately to be the one leading.

However, she knew deep down there was no reclaiming control. He was too skilled and too commanding, his every move stripping away her facade.

“Un…” Reluctantly, she nodded, turning around on shaky legs and climbing onto the bed, the mattress dipping once again under her weight as she lay back on the soft sheets. Her torn dress was now hanging in tatters around her waist.

Elion followed after her, towering over her as he gripped the remnants of her dress and yanking it down her slender legs in one swift pull, leaving her completely exposed except for the thin strip of underwear clinging to her hips.

His gaze dropped to her panties. The fabric was a plain white, oddly soft and unadorned. The contrast between her choice of underwear and her personality was very shocking, to say the least.

He raised a brow in genuine surprise and then looked up to her face, to find that she was looking up at him shyly. She quickly averted her eyes, staring off to the side with her cheeks burning a deeper crimson against her blue skin.

He laughed in a low, teasing rumble. “Who could have guessed? A slutty demon like you wears cute underwear.”

Zenith’s blush intensified, spreading down her neck, but she bit her lip and stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a retort.

Elion’s amused chuckle sounded again, as he shifted down the bed, positioning himself between her closed thighs. He held her legs on either side in his hands and pulled them apart, also taking care to pull her heels off as well.

His eyes locked onto the crotch of her white panties. The fabric was darkened by a large, soaking wet spot that slightly outlined the swells of her hidden pussy lips. “Damn, you soaked your panties already? Was feeling my tongue on your breasts that good?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. Pressing his index and middle fingers together, he rubbed them firmly over the damp material, tracing the ridges of her outer lips and the seam of her folds beneath.

The cotton clung transparently, molding to her slick entrance, and her body twitched at the direct pressure he was applying with his fingers, and a soft shudder ran through her thighs, though she clamped her mouth shut, and squeezed her eyelids, closing her eyes.

Elion withdrew his fingers slowly, watching as a thick strand of her sticky pussy juice stretched from the wet spot to his skin. It was translucent and gleaming in the light.

He brought his fingers to his lips and extended his tongue out to lick the juices off gently, savoring the flavor as it coated his mouth.

It tasted sweet like ripe fruit mingled with a salty flavour that made his cock twitch harder in his pants. “Mmm, sweet and salty. Tastes like you’re very eager to have me.”

“Let’s see what kind of treasure you’re hiding here,” he murmured.

He slid his hands to her hips. Both palms grasped the edges of her panties on either side of her thin waist, his fingers hooking under the soft fabric, ready to tug them down and expose her fully.

He tugged them down her thighs slowly.

The fabric peeled away from her soaked skin, leaving a trail of her slick juices clinging to it, until he pulled them free from her ankles and tossed them aside.

Her bare, exquisite pussy came into full view. It looked vulnerable under his gaze, and honestly, it was beautiful in its simplicity.

Elion could now say he had seen and tasted plenty of these over the past couple of months, but each one held its own allure, unique in shape, texture, and that intoxicating scent that hit him like a drug.

Zenith’s outer lips formed two plump, soft buns pressed snugly together, guarding the inner folds and revealing only a tight, inviting slit that glistened faintly at the top from her leaking wetness.

“Beautiful,” he murmured in a low, appreciative voice. He glanced up in time to catch her with eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed that deep blue with a faint pink.

He leaned in closer, his breath brushing over her exposed skin, and inhaled deeply, drawing in the heady aroma of her pussy.

It was a bit musky and sweet, like warm honey mixed with a hint of cinnamon. It made his cock throb harder against his trousers.

Zenith cracked one eye open, curiosity overriding her shyness, only to freeze in shock as she saw his face buried inches from her pussy, with his nose flaring as he sniffed her like she was his personal feast.

Instinct kicked in before she could think, and her thighs snapped shut, clamping around his head in a reflexive squeeze that trapped him there.

The sudden motion shoved his face forward, the bridge of his nose pressing firmly into her slit, parting the soft outer lips just enough to nudge against her slick entrance.

“Ahhhh!” A sensual moan tore from her throat unbidden, her body shuddering violently as the pressure teased her sensitive flower, sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.

She hadn’t planned that. Now he was right there, wedged between her legs, and the realization only made her clench tighter in embarrassment.

Elion, far from deterred, welcomed the accidental invitation with a predatory grin that she couldn’t see.

His hands shot up to grip her thighs, holding them in place as he opened his mouth wide, sealing his lips around her entire slit in a hungry embrace.

He hollowed his cheeks and sucked deeply, drawing out the fresh trickle of juices that seeped from her pussy with a loud, wet slurp that echoed in the room.

Slurrrrrrp!

The flavor burst on his tongue, tart and addictive, her essence coating his mouth as he pulled harder, vacuuming her folds between his lips.

“Ahhhh!” Zenith cried out louder this time.

Her back arched off the bed as the intense suction yanked at her hidden clit and entrance, making the pleasure border on pain.

Her thighs clamped even harder around his head, the muscles quivering with the effort, threatening to crush his skull in her desperate grip, but Elion only hummed against her, not bothered in the slightest.

The vibration rumbled through her cunt as he refused to pull away, savoring every drop that she offered his mouth.