FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 372: Chapter 372: I’m Just Getting Started

Zephyra screamed.

It wasn’t a delicate moan… it was a full-throated, broken wail of ecstasy that echoed through the private room. Her hips bucked erratically against his face, grinding her soaking pussy against his mouth as she rode the intense waves. Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling uncontrollably. The cyan tattoos across her body flared brilliantly, glowing with bright cyan light that lit up the dim space for several long seconds before slowly dimming

Sol kept devouring her through the entire orgasm.

He sucked her clit relentlessly, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure, while his fingers continued curling and pumping inside her fluttering heat, milking every drop of her release. He drank down her gushing juices greedily, groaning in deep satisfaction at how sweet and abundant she tasted when she came. His free hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her in place so he could continue feasting even as her body thrashed beneath him

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

Wave after wave rolled through Zephyra, each one slightly less intense but no less devastating. Her vision whited out at the edges. Her mind went completely blank…. no thoughts of duty, no weight of the tribe, no ancient shamanic pride.

There was only the overwhelming, mind-melting pleasure Sol was forcing into her body.

When the final tremors finally began to fade, Zephyra collapsed back onto the mat, boneless and panting. Her chest heaved violently, heavy breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air.

Sweat poured down her flushed skin in fresh rivers. Her pussy continued to flutter weakly around his fingers, occasional aftershocks making her twitch and whimper softly.

Sol finally eased his fingers out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He gave her swollen clit one last, gentle lick… making her jolt and whine… before lifting his head from between her thighs.

His face was glistening with her juices, lips swollen and shiny. He looked up at her with dark, satisfied hunger, silver-crimson eyes burning as he took in the sight of the thoroughly wrecked High Shaman sprawled before him.

Zephyra’s silver-white eyes were half-lidded and glassy, her full lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. A faint, dazed smile tugged at the corner of her mouth despite how completely undone she looked.

“Goddess above…” she whispered hoarsely, voice raw from screaming. “What… what did you do to me?”

“I just made you feel the pleasure, every beautiful woman in this world deserves to know.” He chuckled and crawled up her body slowly, like a predator savoring the final approach to its prey.

His lips trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the quivering plane of her stomach, tongue dipping once more into her navel to taste the fresh sweat that had gathered there during her shattering climax.

He kissed higher, between the heavy swells of her breasts, licking lazily at the salty valley before dragging his tongue over one swollen, sensitive nipple. Zephyra shivered and whimpered softly at the overstimulation, her body still twitching helplessly with aftershocks.

Finally, he reached her mouth and captured it in a deep, filthy kiss.

He didn’t hold back. His tongue pushed past her lips, letting her taste herself fully… rich, tangy, abundant, and still warm from her powerful release.

The obscene flavor flooded her senses as he licked into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, sharing every drop he had devoured between her thighs.

Zephyra moaned loudly into the kiss, her trembling hands coming up to clutch at his sweat-slicked shoulders, pulling him closer even as her mind spun from the raw intimacy of it.

When Sol finally pulled back, a thin string of mixed saliva and her own juices stretched between their lips before breaking. He grinned against her mouth, silver-crimson eyes dark with wicked promise and barely restrained hunger.

“That was only the first one, High Shaman,” he growled, voice low and rough. “I’m just getting started.”

Zephyra let out a weak, breathless laugh that quickly dissolved into a soft, needy moan as Sol’s thick, heavy cock pressed hot and insistent against her still-trembling inner thigh, the swollen head leaking steady beads of pre-cum onto her pale skin.

The sheer heat and weight of him made her pussy clench emptily, fresh arousal dripping from her folds.

“Ready for me to break you properly?” he growled, the words vibrating against her lips.

Zephyra’s chest heaved, her silver-white hair a wild, damp halo around her flushed face. She looked up at him with glazed, lust-drunk eyes, yet that familiar lazy, wicked smirk still played on her full lips… a shadow of the powerful, laid-back High Shaman who had once commanded the sky.

“Try, boy,” she purred breathlessly, voice hoarse from screaming. “I’ve survived worse than you.”

The challenge in her tone snapped something primal inside Sol.

He didn’t opt for slow penetration, he had already endured long enough and had prepared her pussy good enough for the storm he was about to unleash.

With one powerful snap of his hips, he thrust forward, burying half his thick length into her tight, fluttering heat in a single stroke.

Zephyra’s walls clenched violently around the sudden, stretching intrusion. A raw, guttural moan ripped from deep in her throat… shocked, overwhelmed, and dripping with pleasure.

She was impossibly tight after decades of untouched isolation, her inner muscles fluttering wildly as they struggled to accommodate his girth. But she was also soaked beyond belief, her earlier orgasm and the constant trickle of silver Free Use energy making her pussy slick and yielding.

Sol hissed through gritted teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by thick inch. The velvety walls hugged him like a living breathing organism, rippling and pulsing around every vein and ridge of his cock. Despite the overwhelming pressure that threatened to break his sanity, he continued and didn’t stop until his hips were flush against hers, fully sheathed to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against her ass.

“Fuuuck…” he groaned, the sound raw and strained. Her heat was scorching, almost too intense, pulsing around him in rhythmic waves.