Chapter 475: The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (3)
Alicia’s breathless, trembling moans grew louder, her silver-gray eyes locked on them, her slender, trembling body shuddering, her fingers moving with wild, desperate urgency.
Lyan’s storm-gray eyes lingered on Josephine, who stood watching with a wild, mischievous smile, her fingers slowly slipping free from beneath her skirt, glistening with her own heated desire. Her fiery red hair framed her sharp, freckled face, her emerald eyes gleaming with a knowing, hungry intensity. As the Madam of the House of Roses, a legendary courtesan and a former Mythril-ranked mercenary of Arkansas, she was a woman who knew the world and all its desires. And yet, here she was, eyes locked on him, a faint blush touching her cheeks.
"Come, let’s start from you, Jose," Lyan’s voice was a low, commanding rumble, and it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine.
Josephine’s smile widened, her steps slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with a confident, teasing grace. "Fufufu... starting with me, huh?" she purred, her voice a soft, velvet tease. "The poor ’Small General’ might not last if you begin with me."
Her emerald eyes flicked to Alicia, the usually composed and serious "Small General" of the famous Valkyries Mythril-ranked mercenary party. Alicia’s silver-gray eyes were half-lidded with rising heat, her slender, petite body trembling with a growing, uncontrollable hunger. But Lyan knew she needed more time to process her desire, to surrender to it. And Josephine, with her endless stamina and fiery confidence, was the perfect one to begin with.
"Let me clean it up first..." Josephine whispered, licking her lips, a playful, hungry gleam in her eyes.
Slowly, she knelt before Lyan, her elegant, skilled fingers wrapping around his thick, still-pulsing length, still glistening from his passionate union with Wilhelmina. Her hot, wet tongue traced the base, a slow, teasing lick that sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine.
"Mmhh... slrp... slrp..." Her tongue danced along his length, swirling, tracing every throbbing vein, her emerald eyes watching him with a smoldering, mischievous intensity. She took him into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue swirling, her lips forming a tight, teasing seal.
"Ahhh... Josephine..." Lyan growled, his hand resting on her head, his fingers gently threading through her wild, fiery red hair.
"Mmm... slrp... slrp... slrp..." The wet, heated sounds filled the room, Josephine’s lips moving faster, her tongue dancing with a skilled, hungry precision. But just as he felt the rising heat, she pulled back, a teasing smile on her lips, a single strand of her saliva bridging the tip of his thick, pulsing length to her glistening lips.
"Oops," she whispered, her voice a soft, teasing purr. "I want it to fill me... not just my mouth."