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Varka's breasts are enormous-at least for Flins, who had never seen a woman with such a voluptuous figure.
To be honest, this dress suits her perfectly. Though her skin isn't fair, almost wheat-colored, the cinched waist design still outlines her slender yet not fragile waist, revealing patches of reddish-brown scars. The coexistence of wildness and beauty makes her look like a powerful leopard.
But in this space, the real beast is someone else. Flins was once the most gentlemanly, aloof, and proud noble duke of Snezhnaya, yet now he is quite savagely consuming the juices of his wife's pussy.
His fingers shuttle back and forth inside Varka's vagina. Varka's legs unconsciously clamp together, using her plump flesh to reward her husband's strikingly handsome face.
"Someone is quite thirsty," she laughs, though somewhat breathlessly.
This Snezhnayan fae had abstained for too long-whether it was love or desire, he had never experienced anything like it before. Varka was his first woman.
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Flins's moral compass differs from that of ordinary humans; he rarely feels shame about sex. "I'm hard for you."
Varka immediately averts her gaze. Even though her expeditions forced her to frequently interact with men, she is no little girl. Yet, for some reason, Flins's cock repeatedly makes her shy and flustered.
Perhaps because it is overwhelmingly huge, possessing an appearance completely opposite to that of her husband himself-who knows if Flins used some magic to enlarge human organs, making his cock look thick and long. (Of course, this is his innate talent; there is no enlargement magic in this world.)
While licking Varka's pussy, Flins grips his cock, sliding it up and down the shaft. Those juices have made him unbearably hard, almost to the point of losing control. Varka shivers slightly.
The fae's tongue is long, and her clitoris receives special attention, now equally hard, making her entire pussy emanate a lewd fragrance.
What Flins appreciates even more are Varka's full, ample breasts. He guesses they exceed a G-cup, yet due to long-term training, their shape remains perky and rounded, swaying with their owner's movements like waves of flesh. Her nipples are large and swollen, resembling two flesh-pink grapes.
Flins pinches Varka's nipples between his fingertips, secretly thinking it's fortunate she is accustomed to wearingarmor. If not, everyone would know that the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius has nipples the size of grapes.
And Flins would never allow such a thing to happen. Yet, he delights in having Varka appear before him as "unprepared" as possible, walking around, bending to clean, or lying on the carpet to read. Ample fat ensures her ass and breasts sway simultaneously, like a prostitute soliciting in a red-light district, constantly challenging his sanity.
Thus, Flins devours Varka's pussy even more vigorously. She is naturally hairless, smooth and pale like a flower. Her hymen broke during one of their drunken nights! When he discovered this, Flins nearly lost his mind, unable to believe what he had done. He was a liar-he wasn't drunk but used such an excuse to avoid rejecting Varka's approaching lips.
Kissed by something so soft and sweet, all Flins could do was grip Varka's waist, the joy in his heart almost bursting forth. Because no matter how many men his little pup had encountered before, from then on, she would belong only to him.
But soon, Flins realized he was mistaken-ano gravely so. The blood on his cock made it clear that this Varka was still a virgin. He had taken this girl's first time while she was completely drunk.
Unfortunately, the fae felt no remorse for this and would never speak his true feelings aloud.
After that night, Varka never intended to hold Flins accountable for this. She struggled to maintain a smile on her face, wrapped in Flins's coat, and told him it was fine. But Flins could see the disappointment and faint expectation in her eyes.
She was trembling, and beneath the coat, her body was covered in scattered kiss marks. At that moment, the romantic confession that should have existed in the Fae's mind was utterly shattered. He believed that the boiling blood still lingered within him. And so, Varka was spread open once more. The seed from the previous night flowed out perfectly, and amid her soft cries, Flins's huge cock once again filled her depths.
Varka believed she had a decent face, but in front of Flins, she felt inadequate. She never imagined that someone like her could hold such intense attraction for this millennium-old fae. It was then that Flins confessed, using the most elegant words to express his admiration for Varka, while beneath him, he relentlessly and cruelly ravaged her flower, thinking about how to brutally fuck his little pup's womb and make her pregnant.
In truth, Flins did not like children. He simply wanted to prove, through various means, that Varka belonged to him-every part of her, down to every strand of hair and every drop of blood. For this, he eagerly watered his flower, his adorable little pup. Those beautiful golden eyes glowed in the darkness as Flins gripped his cock, aiming at the pink cave licked open. It was wet inside, having just squirted once. It always felt so tight, as if never violated before, yet the process of entry was much easier than the first time.
To be continued...