Secrets of the Azure Sea

Her adorable reaction would melt his heart.

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

Feeling the quiver of pleasure transmitted through Floria’s delicate limbs, Zanarf became more and more excited.

He felt dizzy and lightheaded from the overwhelming cuteness. This sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Despite its small and delicate nature, this lascivious creature was so adorable that he couldn’t stand it.

The sensation of the sticky nectar was exquisite. It was different from the smooth flow of a spring or the thick richness of honey. If one were to compare, it would be like the transparent nectar of a flower.

With each movement of his fingers, a lewd sound would fill the air as her climax lasciviously burst forth. It was a sweet melody played by a celestial nymph.

The inside of her vagina glistened with moisture, and Zanarf wanted to immerse his fingers in that sensation until they became pruney.

Moreover, an incredibly sweet and seductive fragrance flowed from Zanarf’s nostrils deep into his lungs. With that lewd scent, the surge of desire went straight to his lower parts.

Suppressing his urge to devour her, his restrained breath escaped through his clenched teeth, trembling unexpectedly. He couldn’t even voice his satisfaction properly. Zanarf’s cock was harder and more rigid than ever before.

With a tearing motion, he loosened his pants and dipped the tip of his engorged member deep inside her. A sensation so intense rushed through Zanarf’s body, it felt like his cock was about to shatter.

The thick nectar was soaking his cock. And in that moment, the world behind his closed eyelids turned pure white, and he nearly reached the point of ecstasy. It was as if he had drowned in the nectar of a flower and become a blissful insect meeting its happy end.

As he rubbed himself against her folds, the pleasure he was experiencing was almost irresistible. He could feel cum building up at the base of his cock, as if on the verge of bursting.

Floria’s insides entwine obscenely around his shaft, making it throb intensely.

‘How many times have I desired to immerse my boiling desire in the narrowness of her honey pot?’ The devil whispers, urging him to penetrate her.

But if he were to do so, he would surely humiliate Floria in front of everyone.

Zanarf longed for a moment alone with Floria. He did not want the other men to see Floria’s squeals of pleasure and the look of ecstasy on her face as she swallowed him deeply.

However, on the other hand, if they didn’t perform the marriage rituals, he wouldn’t be able to protect Floria on this island. The betrayal by Franz had swelled the islanders’ resentment to a dangerous level. Floria, his wife, would be harmed as well.

As a last resort, he made it appear as if he had really penetrated her.

Before the ritual began, he intended to end it without going all the way. He didn’t plan on releasing his own seed. Yet, Floria’s soft petals drove Zanarf to the very end.

He had never felt such lust.

Nevertheless, he wanted to praise himself for not succumbing to the temptation of Floria’s soaked wetness. He’s relieved he didn’t make her his in that place like a spectacle. He wants to keep that adorable moan only to his ears. He wanted to make the tremors of pleasure when she took his dick into her mouth his alone.

Ah, she must be a gift sent by the gods.

Just a moment ago, while applying ointment, he became fixated on Floria’s beautifully shaped small feet. Her toenails were thin, small, and sparkling like cherry blossoms. He had never seen such nails. It made him think that there were such cute things in the world. He barely managed to suppress the saliva drooling in my mouth, wanting to lick and suck them.

Not just her toes. He wanted to devour Floria’s entire body.

Her round eyes, looking at him, resemble those of a small animal, and the cuteness wells up, making him want to embrace her to his arms forever.

Zanarf had already lost his mind just by thinking of Floria. He intended to steal the treasure, but instead, his soul was consumed by that treasure. He wouldn’t hesitate to offer this life to Floria, no matter how many times.

He won’t give her to someone like Franz.

Zanarf smirked, a smile that seemed both sinister and cruel.

He should just engrave her with his form so deeply that she’ll forget about the exsistnce of that guy.