Chapter 85
“Bjorn, this is too… embarrassing. You should take off your clothes too… Bjorn?”
Leila, who had been freely stroking his fine blond hair with her fingers sunk into it, felt puzzled when at some point his lips moved to her stomach and she raised her body.
But the very next moment he caught her ankle and brought it to his lips, causing Leila to fall back flat again.
“Bjorn, why my foot… nngh…”
Starting from the kiss he left on the top of her foot, countless kisses scattered across her rounded ankle bone, the ankle fitting in one of his hands, her smooth calf and knee, and up to her inner thigh.
Smack, smack. The sound of his lips touching and leaving her pale skin sounded extremely lewd, yet the gesture of cherishing her warmed her heart.
“Hngh, Bjorn…”
The sensation was not intense, but fresh heat bloomed along the path he marked. Yet when he finally slid his lips to the place where her legs met, Leila could not help but stop him.
“No, Bjorn. There is really… embarrassing.”
But struggling was useless before a man whose eyes had already turned hazy. Bjorn instantly covered Leila’s most intimate place with his lips and tongue.
“Ah, nnngh!”
The sound Leila let out was sweet like candy savored through the ears. It was clearly his first time attempting such an act, yet he was confident he would do it sincerely.
The knights of the Chivalric Order he belonged to could roughly be divided into three types. First, the promiscuous group who, under the excuse of the temple’s prosperity, slept with any devotee. Second, the innocent ones like Allen who married as soon as they reached adulthood. And lastly, though rare, those who remained chaste and abstinent for personal reasons.
By circumstance, Bjorn belonged to the last type, and for a moment he wondered about the secrets of lovemaking known by the debauched ones, but he soon corrected himself.
There was no end to learning, and diligence had no rival. If he kept striving endlessly, he would one day be able to satisfy Leila perfectly.
That was what he did even now. With innate steadiness and persistence, Bjorn diligently explored and developed her body.
A strange guilt like secretly peeking into a sacred sanctuary still chilled his chest, yet just as he could not take his eyes off her chest earlier, he could not take his eyes off the reddened flower.
Glossy and wet, it opened and closed in an obscenely enticing form whenever Leila’s legs trembled. It was a sight both beautiful, mysterious, and sensual.
“Leila, you’re so… so beautiful.”
The womanhood layered like waves looked unspeakably delicate and soft. When he spread the vertical slit with his thumb, even softer red inner flesh appeared.
Every part of Leila’s body had been so, but this time it felt as though he truly should not touch her. Yet his impulse was stronger than brief hesitation. His fingers moved on their own and carefully caressed the unknown area.
“Ah, mmh, Bjorn, that place…”
Holding her legs that kept trying to close in embarrassment and stroking up and down without averting his gaze, there was a place where Leila’s moan changed.
Bjorn, growing aroused at her disheveled appearance, could not endure it and buried his lips there with roughened breath. His plan to slowly and gently open her was already falling apart.
Parting the tender flesh and probing the point he had just found with his tongue, a small nub caught at the tip of his tongue. At the same time Leila gasped as if losing breath.
Savoring that sweet sound, Bjorn began to persistently attack the spot.
Slurp, suck. With wet noises he suctioned with his lips while pressing with the tip of his tongue. In response, nectar-like fluid seeped out abundantly and dripped down. It was too precious not to lick clean.
Holding Leila’s hips, Bjorn licked and swallowed the fluid flowing from her entrance as though it were holy water.
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