Secrets of the Azure Sea

A Sweet Night Swaying in the Waves

Zanarf left the room, leaving Floria behind, and then boarded the sailing ship anchored in the harbor with his aides.

His goal was to list all the treasures he had taken from Franz’s ship and redistribute them among the islanders as a substitute for the promised reward. After a long while, they managed to go over most of the items in the ship, but roughly estimating, it was less than half of the bounty that had been initially offered.

However, for now, if they divided and distributed the treasures among the islanders in this area, they could somehow manage their upkeeping for the time being. Fortunately, Zanarf’s base, the Magmel Island, had not suffered much damage, but the storm’s impact was tremendous.

“Zanarf, we’ll take care of things here. Why don’t you go back to the castle? The cute princess must be waiting, right?” said Largo, a large man who was also Zanarf’s right-hand man. It was already past dusk, and Zanarf was curious about how Floria was doing. Even when he was with her, she seemed to have a somewhat distressed expression.

She had only been brought to this island less than a day ago. He wondered if she was thinking about Franz, her alleged husband. That thought alone made him inexplicably angry.

That man had so easily abandoned Floria in exchange for begging for his own life. He was not worthy of her.

When Zanarf tried to cut Franz on the deck, Floria bravely jumped in to shield him with her own body. Her delicate figure emerged in the darkness. Her smooth skin, like polished ivory, her golden rose-blond hair that seemed to weave spun silk, and the way it flowed around her like a waterfall, made his cock throb painfully in his pants.

Her beauty was so unreal, so out of this world, it felt as if his soul was being sucked out of his body, making him wonder if a celestial maiden had appeared. Instantly, the animalistic instinct lurking within him surged, and he desired this woman. It was the first time Zanarf had experienced such a feeling.

And yet, despite trembling in fear, Floria was desperately trying to protect that Franz. Watching her, a boiling anger rose from deep within him. There was no value in risking her life to protect a man who could deceive others without hesitation.

That’s why he deliberately said it to Franz. If he handed over Floria, he would spare his life. Franz fell right into that trap.

However, Zanarf was tormented by guilt. It seemed that Floria longed for her husband, Franz. How did that man please and embrace Floria?

During last night’s ritual, Floria was a pure maiden herself. Her pussy was moist, and her petals remained tightly closed. As if she had never been touched by a man before.

Gently teasing and caressing the petals with his fingertips, gentle ripples coursed through Floria’s delicate body, and Zanarf could sense what she was feeling. Instantly, a lewd desire to protect and pamper this woman completely surged within him.

As his fingers trailed inside the petals and touched her secret core, he experienced an irresistible sensation ──.

It was like a man who had washed ashore on a deserted island, searching for something to quench his parched throat and finally finding that one juicy fruit that seemed to glisten in the light.

Instantly, Zanarf’s whole body was bristling. A beast-like instinct surged within him, desiring to suck every drop of nectar from Flora’s body until it dried up completely. His cock was getting unnaturally rigid at the thought of having her.

Her vagina was so tight, as if it had never been touched by a man before. As he gently caressed it, coating it with her wetness, it gradually swelled and ripened, becoming plump and adorable. Occasionally, with a firm press of his fingertip, her body would tighten itself up with pleasure and climax.

Her adorable reaction would melt his heart.

What is this? Is it a reward bestowed by the gods?