Secrets of the Azure Sea 22

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He teased her tongue with his, coaxing it into his mouth. A wild, salty taste mixed with the sea breeze made her head dizzy.

“Nn…… huff…….”

Floria found herself instinctively standing on her toes as Zanarf tightly sucked her tongue. Her cheeks were enveloped, and she was pulled closer to Zanarf, her face drawn in as if she were about to be swallowed whole by his mouth.

Ah, it felt like she was about to be consumed by Zanalf’s mouth. She was caught in a sensation that made her feel light, not just in her heart but throughout her entire body, it felt as if her body was floating in the air. The kiss from the person she longed for sent sweet shivers through Floria’s innocent form, her body was buzzing with excitement.

“You have a mouth as soft and sweet as petals,” Zanarf said, savoring Floria’s lips even deeper.

What had been a clumsy tongue began to intertwine lewdly with Zanarf’s, gradually transforming into something softer.

Floria didn’t mind at all being treated this way by Zanalf. On the contrary, she felt an increasing desire for him to suck even harder. The heat radiating from Zanarf’s mouth made the temperature within her rise as well.

“Mmm… mmm…”

As they became lost in each other’s kisses, their tongues intertwined so thoroughly that she could no longer tell which was which. The intense, passionate kisses left her barely able to catch her breath, and she felt as if she might drown in Zanarf’s sea of desire.

“Your mouth feels incredible… I intend to savor everything tonight. Every last bit of your fruit.”

“F-fruit…?” Floria asked, her expression one of bewilderment as she repeated his words.

“Ah, let’s start here.”

“Fwaah…!”

Zanarf’s hand, which had been supporting her waist, slowly crawled upward and enveloped Flora’s breasts in a firm grip. The breasts she usually forgot about now felt heavy and full in a man’s hands.

“Floria, you may be petite, but your breasts are too big for my hands,” Zanarf remarked.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologize; it’s incredibly enticing.”

As he kneaded and savored the softness, he began to loosen the ties of her nightgown.

“Ah, my nightgown…”

“If you’re wearing that, I won’t be able to fully savor you, will I?”

As if it were the most natural thing, Zanarf slowy begain to unti the strings at her chest. Floria felt a mix of confusion and uncertainty. If this was truly a wedding ritual—her first night—it was nothing like what she had been taught.

Her husband would lay her on the bed, gently remove her underwear, and roll up her nightgown.

She was told that when she opened her legs slightly, her husband would solemnly enter them and pour his seed from his male genitals into her womb. How it would be poured remains unclear. Could it be that the hot thing that Zanarf was pouring during the marriage ceremony was the said seed?

While she was thinking about this, her nightgown was effortlessly removed, exposing her bare skin. Her breasts, which were tenderly rubbed by a man’s hand, were exposed before Zanarf’s eyes.

She had never been exposed to the eyes of the opposite sex before.

This was the first time for her, and her body stiffened, unable to move. Her whole body was stained pale pink with shame and embarrassment.

“What an incredible sight… I’ve never seen skin like this before. So pearl-white. Even your breasts have adorable flowers blooming upon them.”

“Hyaah…!”

Both of Floria’s breasts were simultaneously cradled in Zanarf’s hands. His palms were as hot as his mouth.

Zanarf kneaded gently, sinking his fingers into her softness. Occasionally, he lifted them, savoring their ample weight.

“Such seductive breasts. Has Franz touched you like this?”

Floria’s eyes widened in shock at the tought. She had not even shared a kiss with Franz, let alone anything more intimate. At the wedding, they had barely touched each other.

Her inability to respond seemed to be taken as agreement, and suddenly his expression darkened as he tensed his fingers.

“Yah… nnn…”

“Is it nice to be touched by a man after so long? Ah, you’re still a bit firm. I’m sure if I keep rubbing it like this, it will loosen up.”

With gentle hands, Zanarf continued to work on Floria’s soft body.