The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 24
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
this book is completely translated on luna kofi (advanced chapters for the website will follow)
“Aah!”
Amber’s moan cut through the air.
She had clearly fallen asleep, but when she came to her senses, what caught her eye was Igmeyer’s black mane of hair moving below the waist. He spread her thighs, teasing the plot with his moist tongue. The slippery liquid trickled down slowly, and his tongue danced towards the place where it flowed.
“Ugh.”
Against the lecherous tongue that invaded without a care, a soft moan escaped from her lips.
His straight, high bridge of the nose lightly pricked Amber’s sensitive area. His tongue gradually delved deeper.
Despite having accepted him several times before, it was still a tight space. The man used his fingers to explore the entire place, spreading the sides of the moist hole like a delicate membrane.
‘Oh, again…’
Regardless of liking or disliking, Amber’s mind turned white with shame. Seeing Igmeyer’s face, excited and observing the e****c juices flowing out, was truly maddening.
However, this short reverie in her mind was quickly interrupted. His lips moved to the swollen nub, and a thick finger entered the lower hole, stretching the flesh.
“Haah!”
His lips sucked on the core, and his fingers explored the excited inner walls, causing sensations to escalate endlessly.
After having fallen asleep once, she woke up to find herself in the same situation again.
Due to the hazy drowsiness enveloping her body, her mind slowly returned.
Igmeyer swiftly raised his fingers. The woman’s provocative opening widened relentlessly, leaving no room for hesitation.
His two fingers alternated, piercing and teasing the inner walls. Relentlessly widening the opening and kneading the flesh along the way.
At some point, a wet sound started emanating from below Amber. It was only natural that moisture flowed from the completely drenched opening, staining the g***n and b******s.
A silent chuckle passed briefly on the man’s lips. While pressing one hand onto the opening, the other didn’t forget to gently sweep aside the wet strands of hair clinging to Amber’s navel.
Lewd sounds, further intensified by hot breath, resonated throughout the room.
As the rounding and plunging motions repeated, the man’s fingers became soaked with sticky fluid.
“Ah, ung!”
Piercing sounds intertwined with Amber’s moans filled the entire room.
As his fingers that had traversed her inner walls withdrew, the air of emptiness touched the moist opening. Amber inhaled sharply at the peculiar sensation.
‘Haa, I feel empty.’
For a moment, the feeling of regret faded away as the man’s massive organ pierced through the widened flesh in one thrust.
“Aah!”
He pushed in without hesitation and immediately struck her inner walls with intensity.
Pain and pleasure relentlessly rushed in. She threw back her head, gripped the sheets, and writhed, trying to delay the impending climax.
Due to the heat from below, it felt as if she would melt. The rough penetration blurred her senses.
“Beautiful.”
He continued his rhythmic thrusts without slowing or stopping.
As the colliding flesh caused fluids to splatter in all directions, the space beneath the b******s was already soaked, and the heated junction, like blazing in fire, turned a deep shade of red.
Igmeyer pressed his thumb onto the nub while driving his pillar all the way in. Her legs, previously trembling in mid-air, convulsed as if seized by a spasm.
Amber curled her toes but before she was unable to fully relax, she was caught in the intense sensations that left her breath uncontrollable.
Panting sounds echoed around.
‘It’s too hot. I can’t think straight.’
Yet, she didn’t want him to pull away.
Thrust, thrust!
Even though the man had a firm grip on Amber’s thighs, her legs trembled in the air. The below, mercilessly pierced by him, was as hot as a blazing ember in a woodpile.
“Haah, haah.”
“Ugh.”
He hadn’t climaxed, but the man’s low, rugged breath burst out uncontrollably. The indescribable pleasure overcame rationality and surged through her entire body.
Igmeyer couldn’t hold back. The sweet depths that confined him felt so irresistible, akin to being trapped in a deep gorge. Escaping from there was impossible.
He repeated the motion, thrusting into the deepest part at irregular intervals.
Stab, slam. Stab, slam.
The obscene sounds slapped against the ears. The swaying b****t, the narrowed forehead at the peak of climax, the slippery opening soaked in sweat and lewd fluids—all moved in sync with his hip movements.
At this moment, the ordinary sentiment of being willing to die right now couldn’t describe the current pleasure.
Strange as it may sound, he had always wanted to do this with this woman at some point.
“Why does it feel so good?”
“Ah, ung!”
“Explain, Princess. Why does it feel so good?”
The strong yet flexible movement of the man’s hips continued relentlessly.
The almost sob-like moans of the woman seemed impossible to stop.
