He moved to the other soft breast, treating it with the same starving devotion as the first one. He used his tongue, swirling it wetly around the sensitive nipple, feeling it pebble and harden against the rough surface of his tastebuds before he clamped down.

​"Aaagh! Nnnn…"

​The cry was torn from her throat as his teeth sank in…. not enough to draw blood, but enough to mark her. Enough to claim her as his possession.

The woman gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her back arching violently. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands tight as she thrust her chest further into his mouth, silently begging for more pain, more pleasure, offering herself up to him like a sacrificial lamb.

Meanwhile his hands continued kneading her ass cheeks. He squeezed the soft flesh, bruising the creamy skin with the sheer force of his desire. He knew, with a dark satisfaction, that his fingerprints would bloom there later as red bruises… a map of his eventual ownership.

Honestly, his mind was a haze of pleasure and raw power. The texture of her skin against his tongue, the wet, ragged sound of her breathing, the way her body trembled under his attention…it was really intoxicating.

​"Oh god… Haaah… please…" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side, not knowing what to do, as this was the first time she had experienced such pleasure.

He ignored her pleas, his senses reeling. The wet slurp of his mouth against her skin, her ragged, hitching breath… it was a symphony of chaos.

Even though his cock was raging against the constraints of his loincloth, a throbbing ache demanding release, he didn't rush. He forced himself to slow down. He wanted to savor this. He wanted to own every scent, memorize every texture, and map every inch of her quivering form before he finally penetrated her.

Sex, after all, was all about foreplay, the hot sensual moments before the final penetration, otherwise what was the difference between humans and animals, so he didn't blindly rush in.

He pulled away with a wet smack, leaving her breast glistening, and grabbed her wrists, his grip firm but not painful, and guided her arms up over her head, pinning them against the rough wooden wall.

Thud

The movement left her completely open to him, exposing the pale, vulnerable hollows of her armpits to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

To his surprise, they were devoid of hair… truly smooth, pale skin that glistened with a light sheen of perspiration.

So, without a moment of hesitation, he buried his face there, inhaling deeply. The scent was like a drug… a concentrated, earthy musk that was uniquely hers, raw and potent. It wasn't the stench of unwashed bodies; it was the raw, potent pheromones of a healthy, aroused woman in her prime.

​"Ahhh! N-no… that's… haaah!" She writhed, her legs rubbing together. "It's too much!"He groaned, the sound vibrating against her ribs.

His tongue darted out, tentative at first, then bolder. He licked the smooth, concave hollow, savoring the salty, metallic taste of her sweat. He kissed the tender skin, feeling the pulse beating frantically beneath the surface, before biting gently on the tendon, making her gasp and writhe against him.

Ahhh!… that tickles… oh!" she gasped, writhing against him, her hips bucking instinctively.

​"You smell… intoxicating," he murmured against her damp skin, his breath hot and husky, sending shivers racing down her body.

She whimpered, managing to free one hand from the wall to reach for him. Her fingers traced his lips, trembling like a leaf in a storm. He caught them without hesitation, taking her index and middle fingers into his mouth.

He sucked on them hard, his eyes locked on hers, swirling his tongue around her boneless finger, tasting her skin, wetting them thoroughly. He bit down gently on the pads of her fingers.

​"Mmmph…" Her pupils dilated, black holes in the dim light.

​He released her fingers with a wet pop and immediately dropped l niower and lavished attention on her breasts once again.

No matter how much he enjoyed them, he just couldn't get enough of them.

He bit and teased the hardened peaks until she was sobbing with pleasure, a continuous stream of "Oh, oh, oh!" spilling from her lips.

But of course, he wasn't going to stop there, there was still so much to enjoy, so much to explore. So, he continued his descent, his mouth trailing wet fire down her torso.

Every inch of her felt like fire. He kissed the underside of her ribs, his tongue tracing the dip of her navel. He reached the flare of her hips, his breath ghosting over the heat radiating from her soft wetting hot pussy. She bucked her hips forward, silently begging him to stop there, to finish it.

But he pulled back. "Not yet." he reprimanded her.

Honestly, it wasn't wrong to say that he was losing control. The rational world outside… the tribe, the hunters, the laws… ceased to exist. There was only this room, this smell, and this woman who was burning just as hot as he was.

He moved lower, pressing his face against her thighs.

To his surprise, the scent changed here. Beneath the musk, there was the faint, sweet fragrance of crushed wildflowers.

Her legs were smooth, the skin taut and clean. It was a stark contrast to the raw musk of her upper body.

​"Did you wash yourself with flowers?" he chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibration making her thighs tremble. "For him?

​"Nnnngh! I didn't… ahhh!"

Perhaps she had scrubbed herself with river flowers in anticipation of the hunter's return, or perhaps she was just obsessed with cleanliness. It didn't matter; the mix of floral sweetness and her natural body heat was maddening.

The thought that she had cleaned herself for another man, only for him to be the one tasting it, sent a fresh wave of dark satisfaction through him.

He kissed his way down the strong muscles of her quadriceps, inhaling the floral sweetness mixed with her body heat. His hands kneaded her calves, his thumbs digging into the muscle. He licked the back of her knee, a sensitive spot that made her leg buckle slightly, forcing her to lean back against the wall for support.

He moved lower still, reaching her ankles, until he was crouched at her feet.

They were small, soft, and beautifully shaped, seemingly untouched by the harshness of the jungle floor. He took one foot into his hands, massaging the arch with his thumbs. He pressed a kiss to the top of her foot, tasting the lingering scent of the river water, then bit gently on her toe, worshipping every part of her, leaving no inch of her unclaimed.

She was trembling violently now, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him upward with a desperation that clawed at his scalp. She couldn't take the teasing anymore. She was unraveling, a mess of raw nerves and need, begging him with her body to finish what he started.

Seeing her reaction…this powerful, beautiful woman reduced to a shivering, whimpering mess…Sol felt a twist of dark amusement. It was... cute. In a pathetic, broken sort of way.

He couldn't help wanting to play with her a little longer.

He stood up fully, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Then, without warning, he stepped back.

The sudden loss of contact was physical; she almost fell forward, letting out a sharp, high-pitched whimper of protest as the heat suddenly vanished.

​"Ah! W-why?" she panted, eyes wide and desperate.

"Impatient," he tutted, a smirk playing on his lips.

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